Middle Finger

ZT, let me talk out quick!
Where would I be without my pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail!
But with my right wrist, I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich, OK
Get money, stack paper, OK
Middle fingers in the air to a hater, OK!
Get money, stack paper, OK
Middle fingers in the air to a hater, OK!
Wish a nigga would, nigga wish he could
Be the juice man, got work in every hood (yes Sir!)
But I stay down (down), so I can wear the crown (yes Sir!)
Sucka nigga hate, pussy with a frown (pussy)
You can join the circus, cause I dont know this clown
(Bobo!)Bouldercrest road thats my stomping ground!
Shout out little Dre, that nigga hold me down
32 ENT and we dont fuck around!
Wit no pussy niggas, no
Wit no hating niggas, no
Wit no sucka niggas,
Yeah we from Decatur, nigga!
Get some money, nigga
Get a hustle, nigga
Youre a pocket watcher ... you Russian missles
Where would I be without my pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail!
But with my right wrist, I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich, OK
Get money, stack paper, OK
Middle fingers in the air to a hater, OK!
Get money, stack paper, OK
Middle fingers in the air to a hater, OK!
Hi-hi-hater, I guess youre mad, cause my shoes is alligator
Every time I step out young juiceman look like he tailored
Blowing 93, RG3 when he paid for Baylor.
White and blue polos, keep em looking like a sailor
Kobe Bryant rich like I just signed with the Lakers.
Keep a shooter with me, Reggie Miller from the Pacers
Go go gadget car ... like speed racer
Nigga hate on me, No.#2 pencil erase ya
Swear Im from Alaska, cuz my jewlery like a glacier.
Came from the bottom to the top, look how I raised up
Culinary arts school, yeah, I keep my grades up!
Where would I be without my pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail!
But with my right wrist, I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich, OK
Get money, stack paper, OK
Middle fingers in the air to a hater, OK!
Get money, stack paper, OK



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Writer(s): Jesse Jones
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