Spit On It

They keep saying spit on it
Okay for the right price you got it
I dont gotta say it I walk through and pop it
These bitches they knowing my body they know if I want it I cop it
They know if I want it its over I gotta go get it
Cause being without ain't an option
They know im the chosen one building my block like Diego
It's Tetris when I move the profit finessing imma finesser
I might finesse you
Midas touch I got the slightest touch
Put it on ya have you undressing
I could sell sand to a fish
I'm slick with the shit call me Rick
Born to be rich I got it out of the ditch
And my brothers carry them sticks with dicks
Them freaky ass niggas addicted
La di da di to ya fitted
Stepping on shit is the mission
Say you want smoke then come get it
I do not play bout the business
Love when your nigga be rubbing my body
No genie but I grant his wishes
No eaters allowed in my circle
No eaters allowed round the vision



Credits
Writer(s): Donovan Wingfield
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