Stay Close

Girl I'm keeping you close
You're to hard to replace
I got you on my mind
I won't let you escape
I get hooked on your body should you end up at my place
Don't be shy don't you hide
That would be a mistake
Can I slide in your lane
Threw my heart in a safe
This a bomb on the go
Can I enter your space
I want you at my side
That's a spot you should know
I go hard in the paint
I got this on my own
Living minus the stress
I got dollars galore
Yes my thumb color green and yes I'm making it grow

Sit up top of the mountain I started out at the floor
I came up from the bottom it's not a pleasant of roads

When I do what I do
I'm just letting it flow
Use my thoughts in the moment and I'm just letting it flow
When I need an escape
Would you take me away
I want that kind of love
I got so much to say
I'm on a roll
A killer flow
A bomb squad centerfold
Top shelf making my millions from bumping stereos
I got people asking for sequels ain't had my cheerios
Making quite a profit the money count is incredible
I

I
Want you baby
Top shelf chilled on ice the best baby
I might take the night to write baby
Just so I get right the right words
To say the right words
When It's about turn
It's bombs about turn
Got brains a book worm
Good with book words
I vomit and shit turds
Hustler shit served
The bomb is about serve
And you know that it's great
That was not a debate
This that real on the rise
Don't have time for the fake
All my sight is ahead
We don't play in the past
Don't know what it's you seek
All I want is the cash
What I need it get done
Always carry my gun
Handle business correct
And the dollars will come
Know the places you go
This is all in the plan
I just do what I do
Got the better of hands

I just chill in the vibe
I don't like a surprise
Keep my eye on the prize
Hundred million suffice
I feel good in my groove and in the path that I'm on
We don't need to be friends
Pay your bill and be gone

You been amazed
I been a blaze
Auf Wiedersehen
Bye bye to other rappers rest on my dinner plate
Hundred million that I acquired rest on my dinner plate
Hustle like it's no other option I'm in the realest state of mind

Just take my time
Billboard charts I'm climbing
Iced out chain straight shinning
All this owned still grinding
I ain't done with you yet
Got my foot on they necks
I was quick with the check
They were never a threat
When the Bomb in the room
Know he got him a check
You can tell how he moves
Only dollars and cents

Ain't got time for the games
This is not for the show
Take a flight over seas cause I got places to go
I got something to do
I got things to get done
Put a bomb on the bill
Do my thing and I'm done
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Writer(s): Adam Kindred
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