Victor Wembenyana

Like Victor Wembenyana
Gon' stack my money, Uh-huh
Yeah, gon' stack my money seven feet like Victor Wembenyana
Alright, let me talk my shit

Ayy, Yo brother snaked you for some cheese, that is not your partner
Stack the money seven feet like Victor Wembenyana
You won't catch me dropping down for none, just like the floor hot lava
Walk in and roll me up a J, no I don't rock no flocka
A hundred hits right in the row, gon' make a brand new column
No, it don't got shit to do with me, so no, it's not my problem
Got ninety days to stack up paper, I won't see you tomorrow
Bro broke her heart like Shaq did to Glass, now she got rebound trauma

They started to say I was falling off, I hit a rebound on them
Got somethin' expensive for the jeans, they and the tee Ralph Lauren
Locally everyone know my name and now the world gon' know it
Hit the ATM, pulled out the limit, the bank don't want me blowing it

Life was at a standstill, so I had got motion
Got ADD, so I can't stand still, I'm running up some more shit
Exotic za done took my soul, I'm out my body floating
Everybody cut they cameras off, but I'ma keep on rolling

Keep talking bout the way I ball, you'd think you Stephen A
The doctor told me that I'm sick as fuck, I need a CNA
Initially I wasn't trying rap, but it's in my DNA
When I pull out these blue faces, can't wait to see they face

Expensive steak on every plate, so let me say my grace
Smoke choking, coughing in this bitch like the bubonic plague
I one up everything you do, like I pulled out a ace
Know when I talk, it make me cash money, like I'm signed with Wayne
Gon' put that money on the floor, like what Latto say?
Told cuz to chill out on the road, he trying not to rage
I'll just run up another page if they block my main
Extra terrestrial in the J, smoke gon' rock your brain
Bro got a couple screws loose, ready to crash away
No, I ain't sleeping for a second if the bag away
They keep on trying to shoot me down, like the ladder game
Locked in, the key to win is don't hit the backwards space
Yeah, shit
Ha, ha
I'm, finna hit that dance, I'm finna fuck, mm-hmm,
Alright, yeah

Ayy, Yo brother snaked you for some cheese, that is not your partner
Stack the money seven feet like Victor Wembenyana
You won't catch me dropping down for none, just like the floor hot lava
Walk in and roll me up a J, no I don't rock no flocka
A hundred hits right in the row, gon' make a brand new column
No, it don't got shit to do with me, so no, it's not my problem
Got ninety days to stack up paper, I won't see you tomorrow
Bro broke her heart like Shaq did to Glass, now she got rebound trauma
Bitch
Ha ha



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Writer(s): Drayce Ayers
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