Lady

Topping up, money up, I'm with the gangsters
Studied the streets and I'm living with masters
African but got a shawty from Texas
Questioning my style I got all the answers
Perfect the picture I'm painting the canvas
Nickel for dime cause I got all the quarters
Praying to God, that I don't lose my manners
While stacking paper and doing big numbers
I just want billions while doing vogue covers
In this life nigga that's what really matters
Pull up in your house and spray all your brothers
Don't owe me mehn and then call me your brother
I'm just concerned about owning a counter
These niggas crazy I just need to counter
Pull up on a mic you know it's a murder
I need the cash and I don't need no transfers

Chop it up, beat it up, like my producer does
I gat to escape this shit like the exodus
I see niggas nothing like my competitors
How the hell do you think that you would fuck with us
I am a celebrity, I don't want pictures
Like, my camera lens i am too focused
Fuck it my nigga, my lyrics is fabulous
Plus I'm a plus I just never record minus
Telling my team I am nothing but a bonus
Young nigga killing the verse without a chorus
Say God is the greatest, I am too religious
Smiling all day, but I always stay dangerous
I pull up on rappers and find them unconscious
Give money to random, fuck it I'm generous
Take over the world, I'm fucking ambitious
My pocket is not handsome, nigga it's gorgeous



Credits
Writer(s): Rexford Okwesili
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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