Factory (feat. Mickey Factz)
Growing up, getting money's a prerequisite
Being broke was deemed negligent, weak precedence
I work hard for these Benjamins, clean settlements
Extreme elegance, achieved extreme decadents
Weed elements litter the air with their fragrance
I'm jaded, every foul line's designed flagrant
I get extra points for being one of your favorite
I made it, instinct, never basic like Kim Basinger
I still run the base, you run the bases
Out of this world language, I'm an ATLien from New York
Had everything inside of my spaceship
Playing Kanye's shit, gracious with the greatness
The flow iller than vaccines that make you sicker
Take a picture with the greatest spitter making scriptures
I shake the building every lyric just to break the requiter
And I drink Alixers made by strippers in painted glitter
Everybody talking they ain't poppin' as now
But come around, we in your city and we droppin' it down, like
Your baby mama back to boppin' it down
Said the crown ain't really brown still be jockin' the style, like
Ohhhh, Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Don't want the crown want he bop in your town
Since 2010 said she be down, ain't no stoppin' it now
We in some turbulent times, it's plane bumpy ock
Tables turning so I'm thinking like the Dudley's hop
Being broke is a joke, I ain't with funny guap
Cause in my chamber of commerce is all money shots
My life changed ever since I made funds and profit
Did my due diligence with fame comes the knowledge
Still splurging for fun on Js, custom Posites
Clothes everywhere dunn, I phased one my closet
On some covid shit, your boys the sickest
Better cop sea-moss, elderberry, and citrus
Hope you break fast, for bacon I'm bringing biscuits
I been had the juice, no cap, don't get it twisted
Your girl be promiscuous quick when she sees clout
Game comes natural at will, I don't need scouts
Got her doing tricks on my clean couch
Plus the way she swinging on the pole there's no need for a recount
Everybody talking they ain't poppin' as now
But come around, we in your city and we droppin' it down, like
Your baby mama back to boppin' it down
Said the crown ain't really brown still be jockin' the style, like
Ohhhh, Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Don't want the crown want he bop in your town
Since 2010 said she be down, ain't no stoppin' it now
Being broke was deemed negligent, weak precedence
I work hard for these Benjamins, clean settlements
Extreme elegance, achieved extreme decadents
Weed elements litter the air with their fragrance
I'm jaded, every foul line's designed flagrant
I get extra points for being one of your favorite
I made it, instinct, never basic like Kim Basinger
I still run the base, you run the bases
Out of this world language, I'm an ATLien from New York
Had everything inside of my spaceship
Playing Kanye's shit, gracious with the greatness
The flow iller than vaccines that make you sicker
Take a picture with the greatest spitter making scriptures
I shake the building every lyric just to break the requiter
And I drink Alixers made by strippers in painted glitter
Everybody talking they ain't poppin' as now
But come around, we in your city and we droppin' it down, like
Your baby mama back to boppin' it down
Said the crown ain't really brown still be jockin' the style, like
Ohhhh, Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Don't want the crown want he bop in your town
Since 2010 said she be down, ain't no stoppin' it now
We in some turbulent times, it's plane bumpy ock
Tables turning so I'm thinking like the Dudley's hop
Being broke is a joke, I ain't with funny guap
Cause in my chamber of commerce is all money shots
My life changed ever since I made funds and profit
Did my due diligence with fame comes the knowledge
Still splurging for fun on Js, custom Posites
Clothes everywhere dunn, I phased one my closet
On some covid shit, your boys the sickest
Better cop sea-moss, elderberry, and citrus
Hope you break fast, for bacon I'm bringing biscuits
I been had the juice, no cap, don't get it twisted
Your girl be promiscuous quick when she sees clout
Game comes natural at will, I don't need scouts
Got her doing tricks on my clean couch
Plus the way she swinging on the pole there's no need for a recount
Everybody talking they ain't poppin' as now
But come around, we in your city and we droppin' it down, like
Your baby mama back to boppin' it down
Said the crown ain't really brown still be jockin' the style, like
Ohhhh, Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Don't want the crown want he bop in your town
Since 2010 said she be down, ain't no stoppin' it now
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal James, Daryl James, Micahel Anthony Jr Thomas, Mark Anthony Williams, Jr
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