Briefcase

Every second through the day
All I'm thinking about is pay
New money, Yeah new day
Cashing out, B.O.A
Pieces hit, I'm at chase
Bought my business, no briefcase
I seen 12, did the race
They can't get a trace
I can't have dirt on my face
Before you eat, best say your grace
Before you speak, best know your place
Ain't talking pimple pop his face

Crashing out like Bandicoot
High, might land on the moon
I'm with Reese, that's a goon
Ain't come from a silver spoon
I'm with my kamp the looney toons
Going ape, no baboon
She gon' blow me no balloon
Dressed like a raccoon
When it's time to hit a lick
Fuck how you feel, get off my dick
Fuck niggas, made me sick
Turn 'em to pieces n bits
On a shirt can be your pick,
Caught 'em lacking yeen slick yeen rick
Put the stick to your mouth, I ain't talking, no toothpick
Choppa Lupe, it'll push and kick
Choppa (BAW), right out your kicks
Ain't you said you was with the shits
Niggas act tough when posting pics
Might say fuck it and grow some wickss
Might hit a lick just to buy some fits
I'm showing money, she's showing tits
And ass, super soak that hoe im'a blast
Bust my nut, she in the past
Choppa spittin like outcast
I'm in first even when I'm last
Living my life a lil too fast
Smoking sitco yeah that gas
We in public, put'em in a cast
Anywhere else, your ass is grass
Niggas act good, put them in the cast
I stay spinning like I'm Taz

Every second through the day
All I'm thinking about is pay
New money, Yeah new day
Cashing out, B.O.A
Pieces hit, I'm at chase
Bought my business, no briefcase
I seen 12, did the race
They can't get a trace
I can't have dirt on my face
Before you eat, best say your grace
Before you speak, best know your place
Ain't talking pimple pop his face



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Writer(s): Pedro Cartwright
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