Monkey in the Middle
I feel like the man no you don't understand
When I walk out the house
With these stones on my neck (on my neck)
Wakin' at six in the mornin' to stack up the bands
Trynna buy just an ounce of respect (just an ounce)
No I'll never trip, got a bad lil' bitch
And she down on her knees got her tyin' my shoes
All of the bros got some dubs on their backs
They ain't mixin' their tracks 'cause my team doesn't lose (never)
No I can't talk for the pussies who runnin' their mouth
Actin' tough when their girl's in the room (okay)
If I'm bein' honest for once in my life
Then I'm making a promise I'm baggin' her soon (ah shit)
Let me flip it 'round like fake tees (fake tees)
How you got a real ass but fake knees (fake knees)
And the money keep flowin' like spray cheese (spray cheese)
Let me fill up both hands with your cake please (please)
Lotta money talk, gets dirty (so dirty)
T-shirt 25 socks 30 (socks 30)
Shen got the waitress gettin' flirty (so flirty)
Ain't give her this D got scurvy (got what)
Yeah I got big drip no dolphin (no dolphin)
And these motherfuckers know when I'm all in (when I'm all in)
Hang up but the money keeps callin' (keeps callin')
Got a urinal cake she stallin' (ha)
Got this girl Claire, she rockin' the fishnets
Talkin' Squidward in the bed
'Cause when I'm blowin' she hittin' the notes
Yeah I'm talkin' Squidward's clarinet
I'm with the bro and we got the op playin' monkey in the middle (aye)
Shen and Aero cannot be stopped sayin' ABP is official (uh huh)
What about shit you say back in the first grade
When we used to do them art projects
Back when we still played all those kids games
Before it got way too obnoxious
Say you a big threat
I'm larger than Momma when he's gettin' played by Martin
Sweeter than a honey bun I'm glazin' on past ya
Postin' big numbers I calculate and subtract that (aye)
You attract that
Wanting all the smoke so you stayin' in between cracks
Need to get a grasp before you wind up in a casket
Courtesy of me when I smash ya like ultimate
Denzel Curry got me feelin' all nostalgic
Smooth like imperial when I'm rulin' out these hasbeens
Sayin' it's taboo but I'm buryin' the hatchet
Trappin' in the zoo got the monkeys doin' backflips
Really gotta grasp it flip ya like flapjacks
Dumpin' on these bitches ain't even on my planet
Look at where I map it
Burn inside to go at it
Lord melt my eyes before the future gets past us (woo)
Bet a little homie feelin' like a dead fish on the beach in the sand
'Cause he's washed up (washed up)
Better get to know me 'cause I'm dead rich
Money gettin' higher 'cause the bands all bossed up (bossed up)
Who you raisin' your voice at? (Who?)
Zip it on up, and pop a couple Altoids (pop 'em)
Yeah we stayin' where the noise at
Fuckin' shit up we're the Cardigan Cowboys (okay)
Take flight on my cockpit (ah shit)
Said I sleep a little better knowing that I got options (got options)
Born down where they pop shit (pop shit)
Got a yellow tape pocket money have me walkin' cautious (shh)
I'm a man with a plan in a span of a few hundred bands
Money on Doug Dimmadome
In a van with a fan off a gram undoing my pants
Shit, honey gonna give me dome
I'm with the bro and we got the op playin' monkey in the middle
Shen and Aero cannot be stopped sayin' ABP is official
I'm with the bro and we got the op playin' monkey in the middle
Shen and Aero cannot be stopped sayin' ABP is official
When I walk out the house
With these stones on my neck (on my neck)
Wakin' at six in the mornin' to stack up the bands
Trynna buy just an ounce of respect (just an ounce)
No I'll never trip, got a bad lil' bitch
And she down on her knees got her tyin' my shoes
All of the bros got some dubs on their backs
They ain't mixin' their tracks 'cause my team doesn't lose (never)
No I can't talk for the pussies who runnin' their mouth
Actin' tough when their girl's in the room (okay)
If I'm bein' honest for once in my life
Then I'm making a promise I'm baggin' her soon (ah shit)
Let me flip it 'round like fake tees (fake tees)
How you got a real ass but fake knees (fake knees)
And the money keep flowin' like spray cheese (spray cheese)
Let me fill up both hands with your cake please (please)
Lotta money talk, gets dirty (so dirty)
T-shirt 25 socks 30 (socks 30)
Shen got the waitress gettin' flirty (so flirty)
Ain't give her this D got scurvy (got what)
Yeah I got big drip no dolphin (no dolphin)
And these motherfuckers know when I'm all in (when I'm all in)
Hang up but the money keeps callin' (keeps callin')
Got a urinal cake she stallin' (ha)
Got this girl Claire, she rockin' the fishnets
Talkin' Squidward in the bed
'Cause when I'm blowin' she hittin' the notes
Yeah I'm talkin' Squidward's clarinet
I'm with the bro and we got the op playin' monkey in the middle (aye)
Shen and Aero cannot be stopped sayin' ABP is official (uh huh)
What about shit you say back in the first grade
When we used to do them art projects
Back when we still played all those kids games
Before it got way too obnoxious
Say you a big threat
I'm larger than Momma when he's gettin' played by Martin
Sweeter than a honey bun I'm glazin' on past ya
Postin' big numbers I calculate and subtract that (aye)
You attract that
Wanting all the smoke so you stayin' in between cracks
Need to get a grasp before you wind up in a casket
Courtesy of me when I smash ya like ultimate
Denzel Curry got me feelin' all nostalgic
Smooth like imperial when I'm rulin' out these hasbeens
Sayin' it's taboo but I'm buryin' the hatchet
Trappin' in the zoo got the monkeys doin' backflips
Really gotta grasp it flip ya like flapjacks
Dumpin' on these bitches ain't even on my planet
Look at where I map it
Burn inside to go at it
Lord melt my eyes before the future gets past us (woo)
Bet a little homie feelin' like a dead fish on the beach in the sand
'Cause he's washed up (washed up)
Better get to know me 'cause I'm dead rich
Money gettin' higher 'cause the bands all bossed up (bossed up)
Who you raisin' your voice at? (Who?)
Zip it on up, and pop a couple Altoids (pop 'em)
Yeah we stayin' where the noise at
Fuckin' shit up we're the Cardigan Cowboys (okay)
Take flight on my cockpit (ah shit)
Said I sleep a little better knowing that I got options (got options)
Born down where they pop shit (pop shit)
Got a yellow tape pocket money have me walkin' cautious (shh)
I'm a man with a plan in a span of a few hundred bands
Money on Doug Dimmadome
In a van with a fan off a gram undoing my pants
Shit, honey gonna give me dome
I'm with the bro and we got the op playin' monkey in the middle
Shen and Aero cannot be stopped sayin' ABP is official
I'm with the bro and we got the op playin' monkey in the middle
Shen and Aero cannot be stopped sayin' ABP is official
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