M3 Beatz - Supersonic Lyrics

F*ck on a bitch on the regular
Doin the dash that's regular
Doin the dash that's regular
Countin the cash that's regular
Get to the bag that's regular
Get to the bag that's regular

F*ck on a bitch on the regular
Doin the dash that's regular
Doin the dash that's regular
Countin the cash that's regular
Get to the bag that's regular
Get to the bag that's regular

Hop in the jeep
Quick on ya feet
Movin the dope
Wizard with words
I got the burner
You boutta be toast
Chasin the check
I gotta flex
I do the most
Chasin the check
I gotta flex
I do the most

Magic on the beat just how I write it
Every track I touch I turn to gold I got the midas
Hard metal bulletproof flow you cannot bite it
Supersonic speed, your career yeah we flyin right by it

Outer space alien
I came from the stars
Upgrade my spaceship
Made a pitstop on Mars
Rich as f*ck
Call me Elon Musk
With flying cars
My ray gun got a laser sight
I'll leave you with no heart

Gliese 667 Cc yeah that's my home
Back there I'm 260 years old
Y'all can't tell me shit that's the only thing I know
Came to Earth closer to the sun, yet still so cold

Ridin with the yoppas you could have it
I do not advise startin internet static
Yea we flyin high we on supersonic status
Always on the move I should have my own Atlas
Talkin all that shit online you better at us
I'll disrespect you to yo face bitch send the address
Are we done cuz I gotta go and get a check
F*ck economy imma get my own jet
Working hard for the gang so I rep the set
Prayin for a loyal girl, it ain't happen yet
Makin sure the family straight so I can't f*ckin rest
Makin sure the family straight so I can't f*ckin rest