WHATABEAT
BEAT
BEAT
BEAT
Money on mind it got me up like I'm insane
We make genius beats then I go dumb that's Pinky & the Brain
Thinking T's you thinking M's can hang cause we don't think the same
Multiple cars at multiple houses just in case I need to change
I drop mixtape after mixtape cause I know you need the game
All these niggas sound the same and they look straight to me for change
I kill every f*cking song
You know it's dead you see me my name
White girl laying on my table I am not talking cocaine
I am the king of my hill like my name Hank and sell propane
I know this gas might be green but it's still 93 octane
I know everything ain't what it seems until it all falls into play
I know da team all get paid but who get paid most is who go play
I got money put in a bag that I ain't tryna look at
I ain't talking about no Crown Royal sack it's a whole bookbag
If my niggas catch you staring they'll give you something to look at
Keep it going move it forward
We don't got the time to look back
I hang where you shouldn't
Did things they've said I couldn't
Took it there when they wouldn't
Now it's hard to overlook me
Hit 'em with The Shake 'n Bake but these niggas ain't never shook me
I'm too hard to be a rookie
Every time I drop a project the price goes up to book me
And my shows be thick as a motherf*cka
Everybody knows every word to the song cause they know we real as a motherf*cka
And we heard what happened to y'all same thing that happened to the last 2 security guards
So y'all might wanna sit down and let the grown folks take charge
2 Jays - Propane Lyrics
2 Jays - Propane Lyrics
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WHATABEAT
BEAT
BEAT
BEAT
Money on mind it got me up like I'm insane
We make genius beats then I go dumb that's Pinky & the Brain
Thinking T's you thinking M's can hang cause we don't think the same
Multiple cars at multiple houses just in case I need to change
I drop mixtape after mixtape cause I know you need the game
All these niggas sound the same and they look straight to me for change
I kill every f*cking song
You know it's dead you see me my name
White girl laying on my table I am not talking cocaine
I am the king of my hill like my name Hank and sell propane
I know this gas might be green but it's still 93 octane
I know everything ain't what it seems until it all falls into play
I know da team all get paid but who get paid most is who go play
I got money put in a bag that I ain't tryna look at
I ain't talking about no Crown Royal sack it's a whole bookbag
If my niggas catch you staring they'll give you something to look at
Keep it going move it forward
We don't got the time to look back
I hang where you shouldn't
Did things they've said I couldn't
Took it there when they wouldn't
Now it's hard to overlook me
Hit 'em with The Shake 'n Bake but these niggas ain't never shook me
I'm too hard to be a rookie
Every time I drop a project the price goes up to book me
And my shows be thick as a motherf*cka
Everybody knows every word to the song cause they know we real as a motherf*cka
And we heard what happened to y'all same thing that happened to the last 2 security guards
So y'all might wanna sit down and let the grown folks take charge
BEAT
BEAT
BEAT
Money on mind it got me up like I'm insane
We make genius beats then I go dumb that's Pinky & the Brain
Thinking T's you thinking M's can hang cause we don't think the same
Multiple cars at multiple houses just in case I need to change
I drop mixtape after mixtape cause I know you need the game
All these niggas sound the same and they look straight to me for change
I kill every f*cking song
You know it's dead you see me my name
White girl laying on my table I am not talking cocaine
I am the king of my hill like my name Hank and sell propane
I know this gas might be green but it's still 93 octane
I know everything ain't what it seems until it all falls into play
I know da team all get paid but who get paid most is who go play
I got money put in a bag that I ain't tryna look at
I ain't talking about no Crown Royal sack it's a whole bookbag
If my niggas catch you staring they'll give you something to look at
Keep it going move it forward
We don't got the time to look back
I hang where you shouldn't
Did things they've said I couldn't
Took it there when they wouldn't
Now it's hard to overlook me
Hit 'em with The Shake 'n Bake but these niggas ain't never shook me
I'm too hard to be a rookie
Every time I drop a project the price goes up to book me
And my shows be thick as a motherf*cka
Everybody knows every word to the song cause they know we real as a motherf*cka
And we heard what happened to y'all same thing that happened to the last 2 security guards
So y'all might wanna sit down and let the grown folks take charge
Writer: Troy Price
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