Napalm (feat. Tae $kii)
Yeah
Yeah
Gotta make it happen
Yeah
Yeah
Come on
You know where we at we swerving in traffic P's in the back
Yeah smoking on Thraxx
Asthma attack come cop you a pack
Yeah ain't going out sad
Cause while they was adding
I was just adding
Yeah done fucked me a bitch
That know that she bad
Michael the Jackson
Yeah just flipped me a switch
To stack up my chips
They know that we having
Yeah my dog on the news
From breaking the rules
I don't know what happened
Yeah go get you a clue
We stacking them blues
And spend it on fashion
Yeah I know what to do
They pick em and choose
I don't gotta tax em
Yeah everything I do for fam
So it's no time for relaxing
Yeah thumbing a habit
Yeah working my magic
Yeah used to work cashier
Now I count my cash here
Yeah used to couldn't face fears
Had a face full of tears
This for all them times it was real
And this shit takes years
And we never take deals
Unless they talking bout bills
And we all in the hills
Cookies all on the seals
Rookie ball like O'Neal
Feeling like Shaq
Run up these racks
Make one add it to the stack
In a different bracket
Yeah something bout seeing that plaque
Make me wanna have it
Need to go platinum
Something bout seeing har ass
Make me wanna grab it
Leave the tricks for the kids
Silly lil rabbit
Yeah so many racks you wouldn't know what to do
Yeah ain't talking money I chuck up the deuce
Then I hop in the coupe
Yeah skirt off with dust
Sound like a zoo
Thumbing through blues
Yeah roll me a spliff
Hop in the booth
Telling the truth
Used to pray for better days
Now I'm eating New York steak
We at Joey DTLA
Catch a vibe then make a play
I been running through a maze
Every morning I'm making k's
And I ain't did this by mistake
I'm stashing racks inside my safe
I been putting in overtime money call I'm on the way
I was standing on front line I had to go out and pave a lane
When they ask me how I feel I said I'm good I can't complain
I been focused on the bills I'm eating meals fresh off a plane
We been focused on the mils and not the deals we not the same
Yeah Hix he like my brudda we count them bills one in the same
We done flew across the whole entire globe
Speaking like a pop
I spent a thousand on a coat
Last year I cashed out on a foreign
Now I been driving around with no note
Just broke down the 40% gas
Ima smoke it down til I choke
Yeah
Yeah
Gotta make it happen
Yeah
Yeah
Come on
You know where we at we swerving in traffic P's in the back
Yeah smoking on Thraxx
Asthma attack come cop you a pack
Yeah ain't going out sad
Cause while they was adding
I was just adding
Yeah done fucked me a bitch
That know that she bad
Michael the Jackson
Yeah just flipped me a switch
To stack up my chips
They know that we having
Yeah my dog on the news
From breaking the rules
I don't know what happened
Yeah go get you a clue
We stacking them blues
And spend it on fashion
Yeah I know what to do
They pick em and choose
I don't gotta tax em
Yeah everything I do for fam
So it's no time for relaxing
Yeah thumbing a habit
Yeah working my magic
Yeah used to work cashier
Now I count my cash here
Yeah used to couldn't face fears
Had a face full of tears
This for all them times it was real
And this shit takes years
And we never take deals
Unless they talking bout bills
And we all in the hills
Cookies all on the seals
Rookie ball like O'Neal
Feeling like Shaq
Run up these racks
Make one add it to the stack
In a different bracket
Yeah something bout seeing that plaque
Make me wanna have it
Need to go platinum
Something bout seeing har ass
Make me wanna grab it
Leave the tricks for the kids
Silly lil rabbit
Yeah so many racks you wouldn't know what to do
Yeah ain't talking money I chuck up the deuce
Then I hop in the coupe
Yeah skirt off with dust
Sound like a zoo
Thumbing through blues
Yeah roll me a spliff
Hop in the booth
Telling the truth
Used to pray for better days
Now I'm eating New York steak
We at Joey DTLA
Catch a vibe then make a play
I been running through a maze
Every morning I'm making k's
And I ain't did this by mistake
I'm stashing racks inside my safe
I been putting in overtime money call I'm on the way
I was standing on front line I had to go out and pave a lane
When they ask me how I feel I said I'm good I can't complain
I been focused on the bills I'm eating meals fresh off a plane
We been focused on the mils and not the deals we not the same
Yeah Hix he like my brudda we count them bills one in the same
We done flew across the whole entire globe
Speaking like a pop
I spent a thousand on a coat
Last year I cashed out on a foreign
Now I been driving around with no note
Just broke down the 40% gas
Ima smoke it down til I choke
Yeah
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Writer(s): Damian Hicks
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