Black Buttons
Oh sh-, n-, just like, mhm
(Census, what you cookin'?)
This biz' internet money and that, I get lot of
Three-hundred fifty thousand up in jewelry, am I caught up?
Another eighty-thousand in the booth, you actin' starstruck
I hand out hundreds to my killers if I think my name was brought up
The Bentley double parked but we gon' wait 'cause you ain't 'bout nothin'
The boy be bleedin' dead up on his block if he keep clout chasing
Pump fakin' 'bout nothing, none of my opps make it
You know my rank, when you see me, b-, about face me
N- tried to press the button on me, I came out on top
Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house
I went and dropped 50, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps
If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout?
Oh sh-, n-
They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe
'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out
12 Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house
Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?"
Rudy he called, he said, he runnin' out of chalk
He must be stupid, told him, "N-, watch your mouth"
He might be right 'cause we used it on all the opps
Excuse my French, I mean used it on all the cops
You watchin' me, b-, you need to go change the knob
Aborted babies, I'm leavin' 'em on her top
VV clarity, can't see none of my watches
None of my opps on sh-
All of my Glocks got sticks
Who said Glocks don't jam?
He think he Macho Man
Turn him to taco man if he keep playin' with me
I know you layin' wit' her, I know you stayin' wit' her
We pull up at his mama' house, what type of sh- he into?
N- tried to press the button on me, I came out on top
Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house
I went and dropped 50, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps
If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout?
Sh-, n-
They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe
'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out
12 Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house
Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?"
(Census, what you cookin'?)
This biz' internet money and that, I get lot of
Three-hundred fifty thousand up in jewelry, am I caught up?
Another eighty-thousand in the booth, you actin' starstruck
I hand out hundreds to my killers if I think my name was brought up
The Bentley double parked but we gon' wait 'cause you ain't 'bout nothin'
The boy be bleedin' dead up on his block if he keep clout chasing
Pump fakin' 'bout nothing, none of my opps make it
You know my rank, when you see me, b-, about face me
N- tried to press the button on me, I came out on top
Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house
I went and dropped 50, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps
If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout?
Oh sh-, n-
They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe
'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out
12 Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house
Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?"
Rudy he called, he said, he runnin' out of chalk
He must be stupid, told him, "N-, watch your mouth"
He might be right 'cause we used it on all the opps
Excuse my French, I mean used it on all the cops
You watchin' me, b-, you need to go change the knob
Aborted babies, I'm leavin' 'em on her top
VV clarity, can't see none of my watches
None of my opps on sh-
All of my Glocks got sticks
Who said Glocks don't jam?
He think he Macho Man
Turn him to taco man if he keep playin' with me
I know you layin' wit' her, I know you stayin' wit' her
We pull up at his mama' house, what type of sh- he into?
N- tried to press the button on me, I came out on top
Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house
I went and dropped 50, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps
If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout?
Sh-, n-
They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe
'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out
12 Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house
Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?"
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Writer(s): Darrell Wayne Caldwell
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