Tycoon
Holes in yo body got turnt to a flute
I am the truth
Call up troops
I got the
Holes in yo body got turnt to a flute
I am the truth
Call up troops
I got the juice
I got control of the room
Honestly I am just better than you
Honestly I got more cheddar than you
You just ain't got nothing better to do
No nigga I am not falsely accused
I Got blood on my hands I got blood on my Shoes
I got dirt on my pants I got something to prove aint got nothing to lose
I am telling the truth
Not in the mood You get popped lookin stupid You student
You shouldn't of added your two cents
No need to be nervous I wild out in person
Had a conversion I got a new Virgil
I'm in her coochie Cause I bought her gucci
Ain't gone lie That shit had me in a doozy
My bitches come in three like stooge
Imma always be a Tycoon
Shawty put me onto Thai food Put the Egg roll on the side foo
Ridin bikes with a blind fold
Shootin dice wit a pyroo
6 Foot long rifle
Have you turn to a tattoo
I can never feel Entitled
I been fightin for a title
I been Trynna break a Cycle
Off the rails No trolley
How you ain't got no money
I ain't never had no Molly
Grow like good luck Charlie
Stank like breath in the mornin
Me and my niggas be on it
Shawty be knowin I own it
I am the truth
Call up troops
I got the
Holes in yo body got turnt to a flute
I am the truth
Call up troops
I got the juice
I got control of the room
Honestly I am just better than you
Honestly I got more cheddar than you
You just ain't got nothing better to do
No nigga I am not falsely accused
I Got blood on my hands I got blood on my Shoes
I got dirt on my pants I got something to prove aint got nothing to lose
I am telling the truth
Not in the mood You get popped lookin stupid You student
You shouldn't of added your two cents
No need to be nervous I wild out in person
Had a conversion I got a new Virgil
I'm in her coochie Cause I bought her gucci
Ain't gone lie That shit had me in a doozy
My bitches come in three like stooge
Imma always be a Tycoon
Shawty put me onto Thai food Put the Egg roll on the side foo
Ridin bikes with a blind fold
Shootin dice wit a pyroo
6 Foot long rifle
Have you turn to a tattoo
I can never feel Entitled
I been fightin for a title
I been Trynna break a Cycle
Off the rails No trolley
How you ain't got no money
I ain't never had no Molly
Grow like good luck Charlie
Stank like breath in the mornin
Me and my niggas be on it
Shawty be knowin I own it
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Writer(s): Tajiri High
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