Acting Rude Today
So I, ride around town with the pack on my back
Couple of boys with the strap on the lap
Find me at home I been stackin' my cash
Do not fuck with the mob or you're gonna get whacked (Get whacked)
Bitch I'm like Ray Liota
White bag that's not baking soda
Cash flow I'm gon' raise the quota
Goin' in raw said wait, hold up
Never mind just gonna go
Never heard a white boy with the Gunna type flow
Son of a gun I'm out here havin' fun
You been up in the club wastin' money on hoes
That's just not one of my goals
Need me a chick that can buy her own clothes
Give me some throat
Get her a mani-pedi and a lil fendi make her curl up her toes
Never said I wouldn't spoil 'em
I can be nice when I wanna be
About to blow up like an oil drum
Buzz in my city like bumble bees
No Charlotte though I've been spinnin' my own web
No harlot but why she always in my bed?
The carpet sometimes where we do it instead
The hardest part comes when she wake up she said
Whatchu wanna do today?
Where's the money coming from?
Why you actin' rude today?
Was it me did I say something?
Just shush don't say nothing
You on pause 'til I hit the play button
I been on a roll think the wraith coming
Until then I'ma stay hustlin'
Yeah, always on base
Don't worry about money slidin' my safe
Don't worry about how I've been gettin' paid
Don't worry about where your girlfriend is staying
Worry about driving in your own lane
You've been back in my rearview and feel my disdain
I think I'm going a little insaneeeee
But I never changed
Drinks pouring like a leaky drain
BAC way up in my veins
But I didn't drive the range
It's Ramadan and my boy abstained
As-salamu alaykum my mane
My whole crew got different beliefs
But there's one truth we all believe
We leveling up by any means
I'm bakin' this bread and gratin' this cheese
I'm gettin' some head you gettin' disease
I bird like Fred see me in the streets
I scan to start don't need no keys
If you ask for favors better say please
Don't hit my line I can sense the sleaze
The ball on my chain I need a release
Won't remember your name I throw up the peace
Whatchu wanna do today?
Where's the money coming from?
Why you actin' rude today?
Was it me did I say something?
Just shush don't say nothing
You on pause 'til I hit the play button
I been on a roll think the wraith coming
Until then I'ma stay hustlin'
Couple of boys with the strap on the lap
Find me at home I been stackin' my cash
Do not fuck with the mob or you're gonna get whacked (Get whacked)
Bitch I'm like Ray Liota
White bag that's not baking soda
Cash flow I'm gon' raise the quota
Goin' in raw said wait, hold up
Never mind just gonna go
Never heard a white boy with the Gunna type flow
Son of a gun I'm out here havin' fun
You been up in the club wastin' money on hoes
That's just not one of my goals
Need me a chick that can buy her own clothes
Give me some throat
Get her a mani-pedi and a lil fendi make her curl up her toes
Never said I wouldn't spoil 'em
I can be nice when I wanna be
About to blow up like an oil drum
Buzz in my city like bumble bees
No Charlotte though I've been spinnin' my own web
No harlot but why she always in my bed?
The carpet sometimes where we do it instead
The hardest part comes when she wake up she said
Whatchu wanna do today?
Where's the money coming from?
Why you actin' rude today?
Was it me did I say something?
Just shush don't say nothing
You on pause 'til I hit the play button
I been on a roll think the wraith coming
Until then I'ma stay hustlin'
Yeah, always on base
Don't worry about money slidin' my safe
Don't worry about how I've been gettin' paid
Don't worry about where your girlfriend is staying
Worry about driving in your own lane
You've been back in my rearview and feel my disdain
I think I'm going a little insaneeeee
But I never changed
Drinks pouring like a leaky drain
BAC way up in my veins
But I didn't drive the range
It's Ramadan and my boy abstained
As-salamu alaykum my mane
My whole crew got different beliefs
But there's one truth we all believe
We leveling up by any means
I'm bakin' this bread and gratin' this cheese
I'm gettin' some head you gettin' disease
I bird like Fred see me in the streets
I scan to start don't need no keys
If you ask for favors better say please
Don't hit my line I can sense the sleaze
The ball on my chain I need a release
Won't remember your name I throw up the peace
Whatchu wanna do today?
Where's the money coming from?
Why you actin' rude today?
Was it me did I say something?
Just shush don't say nothing
You on pause 'til I hit the play button
I been on a roll think the wraith coming
Until then I'ma stay hustlin'
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Writer(s): Ellis Brodsky
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