Kiss the Sky
Power house jumpin'
You know I like the feelin' when I'm gettin' the money
Got my finger tips sweatin' when I'm countin' 100
What you doin' when they drop you in the middle of the jungle
Got to play the beat back got my head bumpin'
My lil' Chico finna hit the block and he dump it
Hot Boy Pri wrap a bundle like a dumpling
Hot Boy Pri brought the molly to the function
Two cups poured up I'm leanin'
If she think she fuckin' with the kid she dreamin'
I just left Saks and Neimans
Know I like to get the new collection in season
Say they fuck with you hatin' you the whole time
Know I heard them boys hatin' through the grape vine
With a bad bitch she don't need no make up
If them boys try to play they get flamed up
I don't like to name drop or tail tuck
I was in Cali rollin' up in a big blunt
I'm the type of dude pull up in a black truck
Bad one with me I don't even know her name
You like money, I like money we the same
Right now I'm with lil' Rezzy gettin' higher than a plane
When I'm hoppin' in the Benz got Louis on my shoes
When they see me hoppin' out they gon' ask what it do
Got a good face and she got an ass on her too
Now I'm askin' what the move
Why you say you a stepper you don't know how to shoot
How you say you a trapper you ain't never cut the boot
I went and hit Benzino got the gold on my tooth
She a freak bitch I could see it in her eyes
I feel like Jimmy how I'm on the rise
Excuse me while I go kiss the sky
Power house jumpin'
You know I like the feelin' when I'm gettin' the money
Got my finger tips sweatin' when I'm countin' 100
What you doin' when they drop you in the middle of the jungle
Got to play the beat back got my head bumpin'
My lil' Chico finna hit the block and he dump it
Hot Boy Pri wrap a bundle like a dumpling
Hot Boy Pri brought the molly to the function
Two cups poured up I'm leanin'
If she think she fuckin' with the kid she dreamin'
I just left Saks and Neimans
Know I like to get the new collection in season
Say they fuck with you hatin' you the whole time
Know I heard them boys hatin' through the grape vine
With a bad bitch she don't need no make up
If them boys try to play they get flamed up
You know I like the feelin' when I'm gettin' the money
Got my finger tips sweatin' when I'm countin' 100
What you doin' when they drop you in the middle of the jungle
Got to play the beat back got my head bumpin'
My lil' Chico finna hit the block and he dump it
Hot Boy Pri wrap a bundle like a dumpling
Hot Boy Pri brought the molly to the function
Two cups poured up I'm leanin'
If she think she fuckin' with the kid she dreamin'
I just left Saks and Neimans
Know I like to get the new collection in season
Say they fuck with you hatin' you the whole time
Know I heard them boys hatin' through the grape vine
With a bad bitch she don't need no make up
If them boys try to play they get flamed up
I don't like to name drop or tail tuck
I was in Cali rollin' up in a big blunt
I'm the type of dude pull up in a black truck
Bad one with me I don't even know her name
You like money, I like money we the same
Right now I'm with lil' Rezzy gettin' higher than a plane
When I'm hoppin' in the Benz got Louis on my shoes
When they see me hoppin' out they gon' ask what it do
Got a good face and she got an ass on her too
Now I'm askin' what the move
Why you say you a stepper you don't know how to shoot
How you say you a trapper you ain't never cut the boot
I went and hit Benzino got the gold on my tooth
She a freak bitch I could see it in her eyes
I feel like Jimmy how I'm on the rise
Excuse me while I go kiss the sky
Power house jumpin'
You know I like the feelin' when I'm gettin' the money
Got my finger tips sweatin' when I'm countin' 100
What you doin' when they drop you in the middle of the jungle
Got to play the beat back got my head bumpin'
My lil' Chico finna hit the block and he dump it
Hot Boy Pri wrap a bundle like a dumpling
Hot Boy Pri brought the molly to the function
Two cups poured up I'm leanin'
If she think she fuckin' with the kid she dreamin'
I just left Saks and Neimans
Know I like to get the new collection in season
Say they fuck with you hatin' you the whole time
Know I heard them boys hatin' through the grape vine
With a bad bitch she don't need no make up
If them boys try to play they get flamed up
Credits
Writer(s): Rajeev Kapoor
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