Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
It ain't hard
Load up the choppers and get in the car that some shit that I'm use to
If you don't get power you will get devoured the hood is gonna use you
Look I was fighter who became a writer that shit is on YouTube
That's how I got wired with the type of fire that make me go through you
Anemic when I'm the drivers seat you know I'm keeping the iron low
I had to adapt and put facts on the wax like I'm labelling vinyl
My homies had suits in a coffin before they got jobs with the slide shows
We was spinning the block on the opps making movies I guess that's a slide show
Dammit
I done see mamas set alarms in a house in a panic
Stars go to war over streets not planets
A kid full of talk one day up and vanish
The way I had it man a fully automatic was the drive for the static
Cause the drama was a habit
If a nigga nail your bitch well better get them hammered
In the school of hard knocks man that is just the standard
And that is how graded
Who the hell you faded
Deposits and commas are notches when you made it
Every day the same shit
Ain't about the fake shit
But profits on profits make you hood famous
So that's the way that I brag
The G mean Ks in my bag
Get dabs and sway with a swag
But keep a K in my lap
Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
It ain't hard
Marco
Yeah
If you woke up broke then you should of never gone to sleep
I'm hungry like a dog, man I'm tryna eat these
My pockets like the ocean, it's so deep
Wanting respect, I get that, then I'm complete
Comprende, I heard that they hate me
Because I've been doing things that they can't
So much money on my mind
My bank account is starting to look like a plan
The chopper is singing, I'm ready for war
If they talk about me
Then they better be ready to get laid on the floor
I'm not your friend or your buddy
Don't ever call me like you wanna hang with me
Nah, I'm only friends with the money
The rest of y'all people just get off my property
Money
Yeah
That's all I've been thinking about
Now it's getting ridiculous
You got a heavenly 30k on you
If you wanna chill with us
Get your ass off my private property
Before I call somebody and tell them it's robbery
Paying a thousand dollars is straight up mockery
I need at least 3k to show up for that dickery
Making money moves, man I feel like I'm Jackie Chan
Getting stupid rich, man it's always been a damn plan
Wanna talk? Well, nigga pay me a grand
Wait till I get my money right then
I'ma move like I'm Batman
When I say that I cannot say, I say yeah I can
I just wanna tell you money is my best friend
That's why I never wanna hang with you waste mans
Wild Wild West (feat. Hurricane Ceasar & Marco Vernice) Video (MV)
Performed By: Exogenic
Language: English
Length: 4:08
Written by: David D, Marco Vernice, Jonathan Ceasar
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Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
It ain't hard
Load up the choppers and get in the car that some shit that I'm use to
If you don't get power you will get devoured the hood is gonna use you
Look I was fighter who became a writer that shit is on YouTube
That's how I got wired with the type of fire that make me go through you
Anemic when I'm the drivers seat you know I'm keeping the iron low
I had to adapt and put facts on the wax like I'm labelling vinyl
My homies had suits in a coffin before they got jobs with the slide shows
We was spinning the block on the opps making movies I guess that's a slide show
Dammit
I done see mamas set alarms in a house in a panic
Stars go to war over streets not planets
A kid full of talk one day up and vanish
The way I had it man a fully automatic was the drive for the static
Cause the drama was a habit
If a nigga nail your bitch well better get them hammered
In the school of hard knocks man that is just the standard
And that is how graded
Who the hell you faded
Deposits and commas are notches when you made it
Every day the same shit
Ain't about the fake shit
But profits on profits make you hood famous
So that's the way that I brag
The G mean Ks in my bag
Get dabs and sway with a swag
But keep a K in my lap
Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
It ain't hard
Marco
Yeah
If you woke up broke then you should of never gone to sleep
I'm hungry like a dog, man I'm tryna eat these
My pockets like the ocean, it's so deep
Wanting respect, I get that, then I'm complete
Comprende, I heard that they hate me
Because I've been doing things that they can't
So much money on my mind
My bank account is starting to look like a plan
The chopper is singing, I'm ready for war
If they talk about me
Then they better be ready to get laid on the floor
I'm not your friend or your buddy
Don't ever call me like you wanna hang with me
Nah, I'm only friends with the money
The rest of y'all people just get off my property
Money
Yeah
That's all I've been thinking about
Now it's getting ridiculous
You got a heavenly 30k on you
If you wanna chill with us
Get your ass off my private property
Before I call somebody and tell them it's robbery
Paying a thousand dollars is straight up mockery
I need at least 3k to show up for that dickery
Making money moves, man I feel like I'm Jackie Chan
Getting stupid rich, man it's always been a damn plan
Wanna talk? Well, nigga pay me a grand
Wait till I get my money right then
I'ma move like I'm Batman
When I say that I cannot say, I say yeah I can
I just wanna tell you money is my best friend
That's why I never wanna hang with you waste mans
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
It ain't hard
Load up the choppers and get in the car that some shit that I'm use to
If you don't get power you will get devoured the hood is gonna use you
Look I was fighter who became a writer that shit is on YouTube
That's how I got wired with the type of fire that make me go through you
Anemic when I'm the drivers seat you know I'm keeping the iron low
I had to adapt and put facts on the wax like I'm labelling vinyl
My homies had suits in a coffin before they got jobs with the slide shows
We was spinning the block on the opps making movies I guess that's a slide show
Dammit
I done see mamas set alarms in a house in a panic
Stars go to war over streets not planets
A kid full of talk one day up and vanish
The way I had it man a fully automatic was the drive for the static
Cause the drama was a habit
If a nigga nail your bitch well better get them hammered
In the school of hard knocks man that is just the standard
And that is how graded
Who the hell you faded
Deposits and commas are notches when you made it
Every day the same shit
Ain't about the fake shit
But profits on profits make you hood famous
So that's the way that I brag
The G mean Ks in my bag
Get dabs and sway with a swag
But keep a K in my lap
Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
Feel like I'm from the West
I stay armed
In the wild wild west
They play hard
I came here for a check
And bank cards
But they gimme my respect
It ain't hard
It ain't hard
Marco
Yeah
If you woke up broke then you should of never gone to sleep
I'm hungry like a dog, man I'm tryna eat these
My pockets like the ocean, it's so deep
Wanting respect, I get that, then I'm complete
Comprende, I heard that they hate me
Because I've been doing things that they can't
So much money on my mind
My bank account is starting to look like a plan
The chopper is singing, I'm ready for war
If they talk about me
Then they better be ready to get laid on the floor
I'm not your friend or your buddy
Don't ever call me like you wanna hang with me
Nah, I'm only friends with the money
The rest of y'all people just get off my property
Money
Yeah
That's all I've been thinking about
Now it's getting ridiculous
You got a heavenly 30k on you
If you wanna chill with us
Get your ass off my private property
Before I call somebody and tell them it's robbery
Paying a thousand dollars is straight up mockery
I need at least 3k to show up for that dickery
Making money moves, man I feel like I'm Jackie Chan
Getting stupid rich, man it's always been a damn plan
Wanna talk? Well, nigga pay me a grand
Wait till I get my money right then
I'ma move like I'm Batman
When I say that I cannot say, I say yeah I can
I just wanna tell you money is my best friend
That's why I never wanna hang with you waste mans
Writer: David D, Marco Vernice, Jonathan Ceasar
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid