King Muu - Banking on It Lyrics

I took his chick we done went Out on a trip I done showed her Some shit she ain't use to
Done cost me a grip just to put These jeans on my hip gotta walk With that drip like the schuylkill
Got get my momma a crib so you Know this shit is all about chips I Ain't talking bout bugal
Just how we live cause it wasn't No food in the fridge had no Choice but to eat up on noodles
I know these niggas gone creep I Ain't really that interested to Meet circle small like a pupil
Ain't really got interest to beef Better keep this shit bitter and Sweet Pussy boy keep it neutral
She know I'm a artist lil shawty Said she a fan she done said she Seen me up on google
They kno I'm the hottest I think I Need me a fan ain't really much Needed approval
Pants sag got a belt on my Waistline
Bad bitch got her right on the Waist side
Awready knowing I slayed her No bayside
He must be stupid if he try to Take mine
Couple clips and some shooters Who love making movies but I Had to tell em to take 5
You niggas type on computers And listen to rumors that they Only heard thru the grapevine
Bro told me that we can't lose if They go w they move over both Of our life he gone take time
She want me go back to school But I'm up making moves had to Tell mama dukes it's gone take Time
Ain't really needed a clique they Like why he be walking around W that stick but he ain't blind
We was just down on our dick But the only way you gone get Out of that shit it's gone take Grind
Just look in my bio if you wanna Book me
They ain't believe me they would Overlook me
Remember when I had to Scramble for change
I was searching the house on the Couch in the cushion
Ik a couple of people believing in Me cause my dawgs steady tell Me keep pushing
Rest well to my dawgs i lost a Few of my boyz n the hood Like I was Cuba gooding
Get it no matter the Circumstance
Got the thumbing so much I got Worker hands
On the road to the riches was Worth the plan
He don't do 9-5 OG work the Pan
Gotta make sure it's solid he Work w tan
For a drill they gone slide in the Churches van
Gotta ride around strapped like Some Urkel pants
Heard ya bro he was verbal he Work the stand
Pants sag got a belt on my Waistline
Bad bitch got her right on the Waist side
Awready knowing I slayed her No bayside
He must be stupid if he try to Take mine
Couple of clips and some Shooters who love making Movies but I had to tell em to Take 5
You niggas type on computers And listen to rumors that they Only heard thru the grapevine
Bro told me that we can't lose if They go w they move over both Of our life he gone take time
She want me go back to school But I'm up making moves had to Tell mama dukes it's gone take Time
Ain't really needed a clique they Like why he be walking around W that stick but he ain't blind
We was just down on our dick But the only way you gone get Out of that shit it's gone take Grind