Watch Ya Tone
Aye
We been pushing work and now we on
Now it's baddies on my phone
They said niggas wouldn't make it now we known
Watch ya tone
Pay attention to the chair I'm sitting on
Watch the throne
They been watching all my moves like they got drones
They my clones
Plan a shopping spree in Paris then it's Rome then it's home
Set in stone
We was just back on the block but now we grown
Now we uh
I just pull for the check and then I'm gone Al Capone
That bitch got a man but say she tryna bone I don't condone
I'm with my dogs I'm with my bros I'm with my kin I'm with my folk
We all strapped in they don't want no smoke
They was really tryna talk but this ain't no joke
Nigga been had check how you went back broke
Shit couldn't be me I'll probably have a stroke
Got a coupe all white I ain't talking bout coke
Niggas can't see me I ain't talking bout a cloak
Ain't no losses so you know we never fold
You know all my niggas go and we all be chasing goals
Diamonds dancing on me crazy so you know I'm hella cold
I ain't stressing bout no bitch I focus on what I control
Pushing work and now we on
Now it's baddies on my phone
They said niggas wouldn't make it now we known
Watch ya tone
Pay attention to the chair I'm sitting on
Watch the throne
They been watching all my moves like they got drones
They my clones
I ain't really got the time for the romantics
I don't do no antics
I won't go out sad bout no hoe
I'm just really tryna ball and put out classics
I don't do no traffic
She know I ain't average I dish her like Im magic
Pop out we gone do a few
Keep talking they'll be viewing you
Fuck you and who be screwing you
I got more cash than you and you
I stack my money tall it got more height than Patrick Ewing do
I finally figured out just how they move like I put two and two
Call me a plug I'm serving theses haters like fiends and I got em under influence
I'm so Atlanta I drive a Mercedes Benz and I got State Farm for insurance
I'm on the way to the top and you niggas can't stop it you niggas ain't got no endurance
I gotta watch it cuz all these baddies across the country keep tryna find out where I'm touring
5 percent tint you can't even see me
I park the Bentley truck and hop in the gini
Got hoes in the pool and ain't no bikinis
The bag heavy that bitch got diabetes
I nut on that bitch I'm calling it graffiti
Ya man hating on me still tryna be me
And we was broke but I ain't grow up greedy
I'm breaking bread and I don't put it on tv
If we gotta slide whole team with it
I'm nice with that jumper I don't need a pivot
I'm keeping it goin I don't got a limit
I gotta go get it I been on a mission
Say she tryna see me bought that bitch a ticket
She not tryna fuck she flying back with Spirit
They want me to fall but it's gone take a minute
The pack out of Cali expedite the shipping
Trap steady booming I ain't gotta lie bout it
Why niggas talk if they ain't tryna die bout it
Shut the fuck up you always tryna cry bout it
Sliding through traffic pull up in a wide body
I'm shocking these niggas like my name was static
Got diamonds up on the wrist I got a patek
That chopper go brrrr cuz it's automatic
I'm aiming anybody satanic
If 12 pull up then I'm pleading the 5th
These niggas acting like they reading a script
I don't understand why these niggas a trip
I never gave them boys a reason to trip
Champagne pool I'm takin' dip
Ain't Chris Paul I don't need no assist
Ain't no jump ball but she takin' the tip
Got the trap ringing like I just got a chip
Saint
Straight Up
Every time I take a break I come back in this bitch stronger than ever
We been pushing work and now we on
Now it's baddies on my phone
They said niggas wouldn't make it now we known
Watch ya tone
Pay attention to the chair I'm sitting on
Watch the throne
They been watching all my moves like they got drones
They my clones
Plan a shopping spree in Paris then it's Rome then it's home
Set in stone
We was just back on the block but now we grown
Now we uh
I just pull for the check and then I'm gone Al Capone
That bitch got a man but say she tryna bone I don't condone
I'm with my dogs I'm with my bros I'm with my kin I'm with my folk
We all strapped in they don't want no smoke
They was really tryna talk but this ain't no joke
Nigga been had check how you went back broke
Shit couldn't be me I'll probably have a stroke
Got a coupe all white I ain't talking bout coke
Niggas can't see me I ain't talking bout a cloak
Ain't no losses so you know we never fold
You know all my niggas go and we all be chasing goals
Diamonds dancing on me crazy so you know I'm hella cold
I ain't stressing bout no bitch I focus on what I control
Pushing work and now we on
Now it's baddies on my phone
They said niggas wouldn't make it now we known
Watch ya tone
Pay attention to the chair I'm sitting on
Watch the throne
They been watching all my moves like they got drones
They my clones
I ain't really got the time for the romantics
I don't do no antics
I won't go out sad bout no hoe
I'm just really tryna ball and put out classics
I don't do no traffic
She know I ain't average I dish her like Im magic
Pop out we gone do a few
Keep talking they'll be viewing you
Fuck you and who be screwing you
I got more cash than you and you
I stack my money tall it got more height than Patrick Ewing do
I finally figured out just how they move like I put two and two
Call me a plug I'm serving theses haters like fiends and I got em under influence
I'm so Atlanta I drive a Mercedes Benz and I got State Farm for insurance
I'm on the way to the top and you niggas can't stop it you niggas ain't got no endurance
I gotta watch it cuz all these baddies across the country keep tryna find out where I'm touring
5 percent tint you can't even see me
I park the Bentley truck and hop in the gini
Got hoes in the pool and ain't no bikinis
The bag heavy that bitch got diabetes
I nut on that bitch I'm calling it graffiti
Ya man hating on me still tryna be me
And we was broke but I ain't grow up greedy
I'm breaking bread and I don't put it on tv
If we gotta slide whole team with it
I'm nice with that jumper I don't need a pivot
I'm keeping it goin I don't got a limit
I gotta go get it I been on a mission
Say she tryna see me bought that bitch a ticket
She not tryna fuck she flying back with Spirit
They want me to fall but it's gone take a minute
The pack out of Cali expedite the shipping
Trap steady booming I ain't gotta lie bout it
Why niggas talk if they ain't tryna die bout it
Shut the fuck up you always tryna cry bout it
Sliding through traffic pull up in a wide body
I'm shocking these niggas like my name was static
Got diamonds up on the wrist I got a patek
That chopper go brrrr cuz it's automatic
I'm aiming anybody satanic
If 12 pull up then I'm pleading the 5th
These niggas acting like they reading a script
I don't understand why these niggas a trip
I never gave them boys a reason to trip
Champagne pool I'm takin' dip
Ain't Chris Paul I don't need no assist
Ain't no jump ball but she takin' the tip
Got the trap ringing like I just got a chip
Saint
Straight Up
Every time I take a break I come back in this bitch stronger than ever
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