Tax Bracket
MIA JayC
Huh
All facts lil nigga
Huh, yeah
You ain't in my tax bracket
Yo bitch say that you don't fuck her good, you a jack rabbit
Really mad about a lot of shit, I just act happy
Deep down, I'm ghetto as fuck, I just act fancy
My bitch a cut up on a bitch, she just act classy
Get her in the bed with me, she gon' act nasty
Best work and best prices, got the trap blastin'
I was all in grind mode, now I'm back flashy
Huh, the bricks in like Russell
Blick on me too, cause don't nobody wanna tussle, huh
Known for runnin' off, so don't nobody wanna front you, huh
Keep it real simple, you ain't with me, then just fuck you, huh
Blicks with the muzzle I can get you touched and I ain't gotta move a muscle
Fuckin' with that black tar, that shit look like truffle
Yeah, I might forgive, but don't forget I'm still gon' thump you
Might fuck a nigga hoe, just cause I don't like him
Might meet a bitch today and one night her
Might buy the whole load of shit if we like the prices
Might buy a bitch a Rollie, I don't even gotta like her
Might blow a hundred K, like it's nothin
Might zip him, naw hit him with this button
Might marry money cause a nigga love it
The opps broke, might put them boys on crutches
Gone stay on the road, cause where I go, I'm makin' double
Give a bitch back shots while I'm pullin' on her frontal
All the Glocks got the extensions, but the work come in bundles
Bro can't hoop for shit but with that blick, he gotta jumper
Call me Hurricane Rich shit my left wrist flooded
I don't hit the port with bags, thirty thousand is my luggage
Hit it two times, fiends say they still love it
In this bitch with sticks and bands, yeah, they think we some drummers, yeah
Niggas stay up in the way, tunnel vision to the money
20/20 like I'm Tay, yeah
These niggas better pray,
Lil' bro ain't got a brain, he'll hit you broad day, yop,
Dinner with the plug, I ain't thinkin' bout no Jay-Z
Might touch a M, shit, my hand been itchin' lately
You niggas shootin', don't hit shit, you niggas J. Reid
Dawg shit records, broke bitches be my pet peeve
Might fuck a nigga hoe, just cause I don't like him
Might meet a bitch today and one night her
Might buy the whole load of shit if we like the prices
Might buy a bitch a Rollie, I don't even gotta like her
Might blow a hundred K, like it's nothin
Might zip him, naw hit him with this button
Might marry money cause a nigga love it
The opps broke, might put them boys on crutches
Put them boys on crutches
Huh
All facts lil nigga
Huh, yeah
You ain't in my tax bracket
Yo bitch say that you don't fuck her good, you a jack rabbit
Really mad about a lot of shit, I just act happy
Deep down, I'm ghetto as fuck, I just act fancy
My bitch a cut up on a bitch, she just act classy
Get her in the bed with me, she gon' act nasty
Best work and best prices, got the trap blastin'
I was all in grind mode, now I'm back flashy
Huh, the bricks in like Russell
Blick on me too, cause don't nobody wanna tussle, huh
Known for runnin' off, so don't nobody wanna front you, huh
Keep it real simple, you ain't with me, then just fuck you, huh
Blicks with the muzzle I can get you touched and I ain't gotta move a muscle
Fuckin' with that black tar, that shit look like truffle
Yeah, I might forgive, but don't forget I'm still gon' thump you
Might fuck a nigga hoe, just cause I don't like him
Might meet a bitch today and one night her
Might buy the whole load of shit if we like the prices
Might buy a bitch a Rollie, I don't even gotta like her
Might blow a hundred K, like it's nothin
Might zip him, naw hit him with this button
Might marry money cause a nigga love it
The opps broke, might put them boys on crutches
Gone stay on the road, cause where I go, I'm makin' double
Give a bitch back shots while I'm pullin' on her frontal
All the Glocks got the extensions, but the work come in bundles
Bro can't hoop for shit but with that blick, he gotta jumper
Call me Hurricane Rich shit my left wrist flooded
I don't hit the port with bags, thirty thousand is my luggage
Hit it two times, fiends say they still love it
In this bitch with sticks and bands, yeah, they think we some drummers, yeah
Niggas stay up in the way, tunnel vision to the money
20/20 like I'm Tay, yeah
These niggas better pray,
Lil' bro ain't got a brain, he'll hit you broad day, yop,
Dinner with the plug, I ain't thinkin' bout no Jay-Z
Might touch a M, shit, my hand been itchin' lately
You niggas shootin', don't hit shit, you niggas J. Reid
Dawg shit records, broke bitches be my pet peeve
Might fuck a nigga hoe, just cause I don't like him
Might meet a bitch today and one night her
Might buy the whole load of shit if we like the prices
Might buy a bitch a Rollie, I don't even gotta like her
Might blow a hundred K, like it's nothin
Might zip him, naw hit him with this button
Might marry money cause a nigga love it
The opps broke, might put them boys on crutches
Put them boys on crutches
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