Every Cent Matters (feat. GloFromIllinois & RPD Meech)

Man, Paolo killed this shit
Por que ya no me quieres

I ain't playing games, pussy we ain't watching saw
Feeling Hollywood shades on I won't talk to y'all,
Sippin wockiana you can tell just by how I walk

Never strap up, just be in that bitch going raw
Asking if I'm up, that's like asking if the winter cold
Unky in the kitchen like December, how he whippin snow
I don't hoop, but you'll see me with the give and go

John Stockton to Malone, how we hit the pick and roll
Ah, damn, yeah that's an assist
I was young as hell, tell the niggas I make money flip
I just blocked your number when you sent it, well ain't that a bitch

She said that she want me, man that's really tough
Once its in the air, yeah it's there bitches up and stuck
You said that you down, man that's rough get some better luck
2-2-3, knocking on your door, bitch you better duck

Bitch steady crying on my phone, I don't give a fuck
Ah, damn, bitch stay crying
Niggas from the other side, I don't know why they dying
Niggas never getting down, knowing bullets stay flying

And if you try to knuckle up, know these bullets ain't hiding
Once I get your granny, SSN, yeah I'm getting rich
Yo ass popped as hell off them 30's, they give you a itch
Different things about me and you one I'm not a bitch

Me and twin always together, like Lilo and stitch
Know I got a Glocky in my pocket and it got a switch
Steady throwing dimes to the opps like I'm Money Mitch
Ain't talking bout nobody, except Trubisky

Shorty said he calling on my phone saying she miss me
She suck it and leave my shit a mess
She a messy eater
Pay me for the scam Bible, nigga I am not a teacher

I am not well versed, nigga I am not a preacher
You ugly as hell, my lil cousin called your ass a creature

No I'm not a rapper, you gon' pay me for this fucking feature
You'll get that lil shot swatted right up in the bleachers

One lil move, you get popped, hope he not a reacher
I'll fight a granny for a penny, every cent matter
Been up chasing chicken, you can tell my pockets getting fatter
If a nigga try me, I'ma up and shoot him in the bladder

My bitch super bad and she tall, climb her like a ladder
I been going up, hating niggas only getting sadder
Break the brick like five ways, trapping out like five days
I was trying everything cause all I know is crime pays

Made it out the broke phase cause I made some big plays
And you wasn't solid so you never seen em' rich days
Feel like Doofenshmirtz cause I always got a master plan
No they can't compete, ain't nobody that is greater than

Ain't never heard of fear, cause I ain't scared of no man
And if he owe me money then we snatch his mama in the van
It's a cold world nigga, better turn that heater on
She a nice girl but when I'm there she turn the eater on

Balling too hard, niggas had to put the beaters on
Pockets look too fat, guess they got they peter on
Feeling like I'm Ric Flair, styling when I swerve the coupe
Hit him with that 4-5, then I watch his body droop

He thought he could rob me, man that nigga must be off the gloop
Niggas steady talking shit, but his auntie smell like poop
Come and get your bitch, she trying to blow me like some hot soup
Brodie tripping like banana peels inside the cartoons

Running out of bullets so we hit him with the harpoon
Guiding traffic when I'm on the court, I be crossing guards
Hit him in the head, JFK, you know he's shooting far
Solar system around my neck, you know the pendant like a star

Four cars deep in Vegas, how I feel like Derek Carr
Cuddy beefing with the pigs, like an angry bird
Me and Piero are up at the top, we are not in third
How the fuck you listen to my music and ain't learn the word

Prime hasn't even started yet and I'm already first
Pull up to his crib and we blew with some TNT
She was talking shit till we pulled up with the GLE
Bitch was putting plastic in her body like a DLC

Cuddy pulling up like Fortnite in that ATV