Like This
Cookin' up spice it wit soda my coffee blender it ain't for foldger
Siftin' cuttin' baggin' I thought I told ya Walk in the room smell the aroma Work Work I Get The work in I get the pack in
Slide in the trap I get to dancin' like I'm Michael Jackson
Billy Jean I flick my wrist wrap it up nice let me send you a gift
Gini in a bottle grant you a wish
Buildin' my crib the foundation is bricks
Know that you hate you can't do it like this
Know that you hate you can't do it like this
Know that you hate you can't do it like this
Know that you hate you can't do it like this
I know you hate all the money I get know you hate on me cuz I'm too real Fuck how you Feel I grew up grindin' paid off a sifter and blender for real Black and Decker come on I Need a deal count up all my money just for the thrill
Don't get nervous because of this service bein worth up to a 1 hunnit years
No fears when I enter the trap Stretching my back an arms ready to bag
Flickin' the bag scoopin' an flickin' the bag scoopin' an flickin' the bag
Don't mean to laugh but it put a smile on my face In the kitchen a creating a taste
Sugar and spice make everything nice stash it in rice make sure it's safe
As a youngin' had to clean off my plate now every plate I make sure that's is clean
Spin 'em around Cardin 'em down no dollar's gettin' away from me
No fiends gettin' clean around me keep purina an I keep pedigree
Nobody gettin' a word out a me if I go down then I'm dyin' a G
Siftin' cuttin' baggin' I thought I told ya Walk in the room smell the aroma Work Work I Get The work in I get the pack in
Slide in the trap I get to dancin' like I'm Michael Jackson
Billy Jean I flick my wrist wrap it up nice let me send you a gift
Gini in a bottle grant you a wish
Buildin' my crib the foundation is bricks
Know that you hate you can't do it like this
Know that you hate you can't do it like this
Know that you hate you can't do it like this
Know that you hate you can't do it like this
I know you hate all the money I get know you hate on me cuz I'm too real Fuck how you Feel I grew up grindin' paid off a sifter and blender for real Black and Decker come on I Need a deal count up all my money just for the thrill
Don't get nervous because of this service bein worth up to a 1 hunnit years
No fears when I enter the trap Stretching my back an arms ready to bag
Flickin' the bag scoopin' an flickin' the bag scoopin' an flickin' the bag
Don't mean to laugh but it put a smile on my face In the kitchen a creating a taste
Sugar and spice make everything nice stash it in rice make sure it's safe
As a youngin' had to clean off my plate now every plate I make sure that's is clean
Spin 'em around Cardin 'em down no dollar's gettin' away from me
No fiends gettin' clean around me keep purina an I keep pedigree
Nobody gettin' a word out a me if I go down then I'm dyin' a G
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Writer(s): Zachary Decker
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