CEO Shit
They think I'm living good, I'm really fighting demons
Bro nem out in AZ make the call, I take a flight to Phoenix
Yea I stay abusing drugs, I gotta thousand reasons
Bought the bitch a plan B, if I bust I know she bound to keep it
I don't ride the wave, but I just make her surf
Askin for some money, bye Felicia lemme make it first
Know some niggas wit the work, he sold bout 80 percs
Studio at 4 I get her gone, she made me late to work
Time and time again, I done seen it all
CEO lil bitch I been the boss, I feel like Nina Ross
Drop a couple stacks, we don't read the cost
Put that bitch in sport I see the lights, watch me flee da law
I do this shit alone, cause I can't trust a soul
Lost a lot of dogs I pop 2 Xs, need a double dose
Know we comin through the back, don't fuck wit double doors
I just sold it all in 24, I need a dozen more
Fuckin off that sack, cuz we gone get it back
Better come correct, have em dressed just like the men in black
Hit em on da head, I made him fix his cap
If he don't bag the cash, we do it fast and make em send it back
They said l wasn't hood, so why I'm tryna trap
They said I'm playin ball, so why u tryna rap
But u ain't got no racks, so why u tryna cap
If u not gone pull up wit exotic, I ain't tryna match
Said he been a boss, but know he never was
Caught em on the snap, he had some cash it was 11 dubs
He was thirsty for that pussy, had to set him up
Fucked her off the perky for some hours, thought I'd never bust
Gang shit
You know I ain't no lame bitch
Walk inside this bitch and go for 40 like it's game 6
I got off my ass got to a bag, been gettin paid since
Made her take it off inside the club, but this his main bitch
Huhh, nigga what the fuck u mean
Bro just copped a hunnit, now it's bussin to another thing
Open the bag I got the gas, it smell like onion rings
Gang up in the section, wit da weapons tryna buss a bean
Back to back
Fuck her in da Cadillac
I done crashed this shit, and gotta sport look at the aftermath
I just talk my shit and then we dip, I get back to cash
Know I got some shorties in the back, they bouta bag and they actin bad
Bro nem out in AZ make the call, I take a flight to Phoenix
Yea I stay abusing drugs, I gotta thousand reasons
Bought the bitch a plan B, if I bust I know she bound to keep it
I don't ride the wave, but I just make her surf
Askin for some money, bye Felicia lemme make it first
Know some niggas wit the work, he sold bout 80 percs
Studio at 4 I get her gone, she made me late to work
Time and time again, I done seen it all
CEO lil bitch I been the boss, I feel like Nina Ross
Drop a couple stacks, we don't read the cost
Put that bitch in sport I see the lights, watch me flee da law
I do this shit alone, cause I can't trust a soul
Lost a lot of dogs I pop 2 Xs, need a double dose
Know we comin through the back, don't fuck wit double doors
I just sold it all in 24, I need a dozen more
Fuckin off that sack, cuz we gone get it back
Better come correct, have em dressed just like the men in black
Hit em on da head, I made him fix his cap
If he don't bag the cash, we do it fast and make em send it back
They said l wasn't hood, so why I'm tryna trap
They said I'm playin ball, so why u tryna rap
But u ain't got no racks, so why u tryna cap
If u not gone pull up wit exotic, I ain't tryna match
Said he been a boss, but know he never was
Caught em on the snap, he had some cash it was 11 dubs
He was thirsty for that pussy, had to set him up
Fucked her off the perky for some hours, thought I'd never bust
Gang shit
You know I ain't no lame bitch
Walk inside this bitch and go for 40 like it's game 6
I got off my ass got to a bag, been gettin paid since
Made her take it off inside the club, but this his main bitch
Huhh, nigga what the fuck u mean
Bro just copped a hunnit, now it's bussin to another thing
Open the bag I got the gas, it smell like onion rings
Gang up in the section, wit da weapons tryna buss a bean
Back to back
Fuck her in da Cadillac
I done crashed this shit, and gotta sport look at the aftermath
I just talk my shit and then we dip, I get back to cash
Know I got some shorties in the back, they bouta bag and they actin bad
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Writer(s): Jamal Stovall
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