Chuuch Muzik

I swear i got so drunk last night
I dont even remember going to sleep
Two freaks in my suite wit pretty feet
One of em rolling up weed
The other po'n my drink
Two shades of lipstick on a doobie
Two cuties with stains of lipstick on they booty
Im movin and groovin
Clicquot and Remy by tha jaccuzi
This more than just music
I make it feel like a movie
The game cold but i gotta get it
I make it hard for these other niggas
They need some help
They lack the charisma like somebody such as myself
P I M P
Make sure my presence is felt

All i ever wanted was some cash and a bad bitch
Made a couple plays now a nigga livin lavish
Things from my past tense
Done turned me to a savage
I dont want no friends just want that muthafuckin bag bitch
All i ever wanted was some cash and a bad bitch
Made a couple plays now a nigga livin lavish
Things from my past tense
Done turned me to a savage
I dont want no friends just want that muthafuckin bag bitch

Im a dope rappin
Pistol packing never lackin
Dollar stackin
Pimping mackin gettin action
Where im at
Probably kickin it it yo bitch
She wanna kick it with the clique
Cuz RSMG is the shit
Lavish habits got me looking attractive to yo chick
She heard about me now she stickin to me like flies to shit
Ask any bitch i hit
They'll tell you that the dick legit
Gave it to her once then I took it away and now she sick
I dont need the honey
I just want my money bitch
I can get a book published
How to break a dummy quick
I dont need no smart mouth
Talking back or running lip
Some say the work is hard but this shit is butter bitch

All i ever wanted was some cash and a bad bitch
Made a couple plays now a nigga livin lavish
Things from my past tense
Done turned me to a savage
I dont want no friends just want that muthafuckin bag bitch
All i ever wanted was some cash and a bad bitch
Made a couple plays now a nigga livin lavish
Things from my past tense
Done turned me to a savage
I dont want no friends just want that muthafuckin bag bitch

Yeah
I been gone for a minute but I'm back Baby
Know what I'm sayin
Still talking shit
Still drankin till ridin
Still grindin
Still boastful in my vocals
You know still me
Aint nothin changed about me but my money
I just got a lot mo of it
Know what im sayin
Check this out

Smokin on a beach
Took two girls on a retreat
Cigar aint got no flavor but they make the swisher sweet
When you grinding for that paper aint no time for you to sleep
All these niggas out here flexin imma show off my physique
To let the these niggas know they weak
All you do is sleep the day away
Say they got that sauce but you boys aint got no flavor mane
Drinkin on that Tanqueray
To help me through my day to day
Mothafuck a hater gettin paper is my favorite thang
My clique yo bitch favorite gang
She love to see us ball
RSMG them my dawgs
You cant fuck wit them at all
Nigga spittin at yo broad
Cuz she love my southern drawl
Country nigga wit no manners Bitch straight out Arkansas



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Smith
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