JG VEEZE

Had to put it on
So I don't look like what I done been through
I rock Vlone
Got exotic dope all on the menu
Can bring the city out
I should charge you to come through yo venue
That's yo bitch, but she gon run shit by me first
Like when the rent due
Ain't gon lie, I dropped my nuts and I quit playing
I got some big business
Don't say too much when I'm on the phone
Don't know who really listening
Heard that shit you pouring like some stolen tags, it's fictitious
I might pour a two of purple shit and call it Mitch Richmond

Tryna meet me and get what
I'm damn near in Memphis
Ain't gon lie when you get it out the mud, that shit just hit different
Before a PPP was ever invented, I been done seen twenty
Went a size down in Amiri jeans, I like my shit skinny
I can throw that shit to you up front, I need a backend
Go so hard on every song, these bitches love my ad libs
Took so many gambles
Man sometimes you gotta cash in
Gucci, Dior, Prada, Palm Angels
I love fashion
Every time I put some money up, I remember when I ain't have shit
I done fucked up so much money living life
I gotta admit
But I know one thing that's fasho, I get it right back out the trap quick
I'm a country nigga baby, I mix chicken wings and catfish
A couple mouths I gotta feed, so I can't lie I move a bit faster
Yeah I know them two different designers, but I'm a mismatch em
Creflo Dolla speaking to the streets, I'm like a big pastor
I can peep on how she looking now by what she with after
Get all in her mind like Phil Jackson, I'm the zin master
Now I got a crib, I'mma get iced up
Don't do shit backwards
Know some young niggas who stay on go, yeah they a bit active
You ain't never sold none in yo life my nigga, quit capping



Credits
Writer(s): Jarvis Garner
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