Off The Books

Yeah
Look, look

I stay clean clean
When they see me people get me dirty looks
(Give me dirty looks)
They ain't seen cream, when I get it
Gotta keep it off the books
(Keep it quiet, look)
With the dream team
But it seem mean so a Nigga shook
(So a Nigga shook!)
I stay bling bling even me-ling
Told me gone and cook, look
It's a bad thing that I grab things
So they call me Crook
(So they call me Crook!)
I been had greens
But I'm spending cheese on on the frivolous things
They be givin' us things
When we poppin' out of a top-a-less auto
Lookin' like we've been winnin' the lotto (Woo!)
I don't smoke but lately been hittin' the bottle
And lettin' Instagram models gobble (Okay!)
I can make her hit the high note
And I know that maybe then she might give me a follow (Huh!)
But then again on a side note
She'll be with another Nigga tomorrow
Gang Gang!

Keep it off the books I'm running through the streets
Got a mill on mind and it's another day to get paid
It's a cold world so they say uh
So I keep a cold verse just to get laid
Got my bitch eating soufflé
She's telling me I'm to paid
Head full of hair got no need for a toupee
Dirty chick wants some foreplay
So I take her back my place
Stock exchange 'till pockets drain
Yeah, Glocks they bang
And tropic strains are caught in flames
Hard to blame they want the fame
It's all a game until it ain't the same, uh!
Motherfucker I'm a villain
Makin a killin' from spillin' raps, uh
But What you know about that?
Nothing! That's a fuckin fact
Yeah, and I promise I can bottle you
Follow you up and body you
Yeah!
I said keep it off the books keep it under the counters
And when it comes time to sell powder, yeah
Boy, I just hope you don't fold it all for power

Young little me wondered why the world always hurled
All the shiny little things at me like a squirrel
Knowing damn well that I couldn't hold onto gold
I could barely even get a bite to hold me over
So I got a job at twelve
"You can do this by yourself
You don't need no fucking help"
That's what I told myself
Stacking cans up on a shelf
'Cause I want the new vans and the Louis V belt
All the feelings that I felt tryna stack up on my wealth
Tryna rack up bands in stealth
Tryna move without a belt is how you trip up
Slip up and wake up
And realize that your real eyes need makeup
'Cause they don't want to see what lies underneath
They just want to hear the word on the street
Well that's news to me 'cause I'm on the first sheet
Front cover of newspapers as we speak
I'm a sight to see, when they see me they shook
I took a bite of this beat
We ate the track with no hook
Keenan, Krizz and me, we can show you how to cook
You need the recipe?
Just leave it off the books!