Mannequin
Cashing million dollar checks, but I got top ramen in the microwave
Back then it didn't register, now it's seven figures like a license plate
Momma told me that she proud of me everyday 'cause I ain't throw my life away
My environment was in the lion's den but now my life a movie like Lion's Gate
The girl of my dreams was sleeping on a air mattress
She give fire head, I'm slayin' dragons
I put dates on a bandwagon
A delinquent with his pants saggin'
Money funnny, had my friends laughin'
I'm the living proof it can happen
Fuck the IRS 'causе I ain't paying taxes, bitch
Look my cousin just got rich off fity D 'cause she finеsse
It's a crackhouse where in the corner she using the address
They put - on a hooker 'cause he was easily impressed
See how he walk around with sticks, make people think that he protest
They took Ls before their ego and the dying for their block
All these Ls, that's a hand, start to look like three o'clock
He killed -, gave him life, damn, they tricked him out his spot
The only reason that he parked 'em, he was goin' through a lot
I'm a fool for some chicken and some candied yams (ayy)
Keep a tool in the city like a handyman (yeah)
Fuck school, all my niggas gettin' ten a gram (bitch)
Black boy, see a opp, then it's man to man
Block that bitch, she postin' sonograms (yeah)
I don't wanna see her with that man again (man)
Ooh, he's a nobody, he's a mannequin (mannequin)
All I do is win, I'm a champion
Momma said, "When you get a hit, don't touch shit"
"'Cause you ain't gon' get it"
Momma said, "When you get a hit, don't ask me for shit"
"'Cause you ain't gon' get it, nigga"
And if you look good when I fuck, I'ma act like the condom broke
Fucking bitches through the boxer hole
Make her catch feelings then it's vamonos
I'm a hood nigga playing dominos
Trapping but I still got honor roll
It's a house party full of hoes
Everybody with me gotta pour (gotta pour)
Get the fuck outta my face, don't touch me nigga (outta my face)
No discounts on no eights, frisky nigga
I'm locked dog on tape, nigga
This ain't mansion, it's estate (bitch), nigga
Calabasas full of hooligans, white folks scared we moving in
- calling me from the pen, saying shit he would do again
Niggas asking me where I been, I just pulled up in a newer Benz
With a broad but I flew her in, and she said her name was - (why?)
Bitches know I'm him, I'm the top gun
You ain't the only one who got options (options)
As far as one of them, I am not one (I am not one)
As far as one of them, I am...
I'm a fool for some chicken and some candied yams (ayy)
Keep a tool in the city like a handyman (yeah)
Fuck school, all my niggas gettin' ten a gram (bitch)
Black boy, see a op, then it's man to man (hey)
Block that bitch, she postin' sonograms (yeah)
I don't wanna see her with that man again (man)
Ooh, he's a nobody, he's a mannequin (mannequin)
All I do is win, I'm a champion
Momma said, "When you get a hit, don't touch shit"
"'Cause you ain't gon' get it"
Momma said, "When you get a hit, don't ask me for shit"
"'Cause you ain't gon' get it, nigga"
When you get up in here
I dare you, you better not touch shit
You better not look at shit, you better not ask me for shit
The first one to knock over any fucking canned goods I'm fucking you up
You can scream all you want, I'm still gon' fuck you up
Try me
Back then it didn't register, now it's seven figures like a license plate
Momma told me that she proud of me everyday 'cause I ain't throw my life away
My environment was in the lion's den but now my life a movie like Lion's Gate
The girl of my dreams was sleeping on a air mattress
She give fire head, I'm slayin' dragons
I put dates on a bandwagon
A delinquent with his pants saggin'
Money funnny, had my friends laughin'
I'm the living proof it can happen
Fuck the IRS 'causе I ain't paying taxes, bitch
Look my cousin just got rich off fity D 'cause she finеsse
It's a crackhouse where in the corner she using the address
They put - on a hooker 'cause he was easily impressed
See how he walk around with sticks, make people think that he protest
They took Ls before their ego and the dying for their block
All these Ls, that's a hand, start to look like three o'clock
He killed -, gave him life, damn, they tricked him out his spot
The only reason that he parked 'em, he was goin' through a lot
I'm a fool for some chicken and some candied yams (ayy)
Keep a tool in the city like a handyman (yeah)
Fuck school, all my niggas gettin' ten a gram (bitch)
Black boy, see a opp, then it's man to man
Block that bitch, she postin' sonograms (yeah)
I don't wanna see her with that man again (man)
Ooh, he's a nobody, he's a mannequin (mannequin)
All I do is win, I'm a champion
Momma said, "When you get a hit, don't touch shit"
"'Cause you ain't gon' get it"
Momma said, "When you get a hit, don't ask me for shit"
"'Cause you ain't gon' get it, nigga"
And if you look good when I fuck, I'ma act like the condom broke
Fucking bitches through the boxer hole
Make her catch feelings then it's vamonos
I'm a hood nigga playing dominos
Trapping but I still got honor roll
It's a house party full of hoes
Everybody with me gotta pour (gotta pour)
Get the fuck outta my face, don't touch me nigga (outta my face)
No discounts on no eights, frisky nigga
I'm locked dog on tape, nigga
This ain't mansion, it's estate (bitch), nigga
Calabasas full of hooligans, white folks scared we moving in
- calling me from the pen, saying shit he would do again
Niggas asking me where I been, I just pulled up in a newer Benz
With a broad but I flew her in, and she said her name was - (why?)
Bitches know I'm him, I'm the top gun
You ain't the only one who got options (options)
As far as one of them, I am not one (I am not one)
As far as one of them, I am...
I'm a fool for some chicken and some candied yams (ayy)
Keep a tool in the city like a handyman (yeah)
Fuck school, all my niggas gettin' ten a gram (bitch)
Black boy, see a op, then it's man to man (hey)
Block that bitch, she postin' sonograms (yeah)
I don't wanna see her with that man again (man)
Ooh, he's a nobody, he's a mannequin (mannequin)
All I do is win, I'm a champion
Momma said, "When you get a hit, don't touch shit"
"'Cause you ain't gon' get it"
Momma said, "When you get a hit, don't ask me for shit"
"'Cause you ain't gon' get it, nigga"
When you get up in here
I dare you, you better not touch shit
You better not look at shit, you better not ask me for shit
The first one to knock over any fucking canned goods I'm fucking you up
You can scream all you want, I'm still gon' fuck you up
Try me
Credits
Writer(s): Darius Barnes, Altariq Crapps, Markino Hay, Ray Vaughn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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