Just like the ball of a disco, my Gucci's be shinning so good when I step
Balenciaga sliding throughout the mansion, you know how MattGotEm just flex
Just like a nuke she blowing my phone up they way she be sending me texts
Just like a perfect test
(Hol Up, Hol Up)
I just want them checks
I need to get me a ring they way I just be balling so hard like champ
The night is just starting A nigga be too lit just watch how I ma-f*cking vamp
Running and chasing that money so fast sometimes I be catching a cramp
Sparking and bringing that energy turn me up just like a ma-f*cking lamp
Verified niggas be hating me all in they feelings I don't give a f*ck
Never been to Milwaukee don't speak to me if it ain't bout them bucks
All tinted windows it's big body Escalade when I hop outta the truck
Shawty be broke and then asking for money I told her you shit outta luck
All bout that business
Want all that bread like a biscuit
Ben Wallace stunt like piston
You do not know what I'm sipping
Follow a plan
Mission
Getting no money
Fiction
I do not F*ck with you
Distance
Spitting them bars
Listen
Going full throttle
Cant hit the club if I don't got a bottle
Your money real old like a fossil
Thumb through the paper no novel
Damn I'm touching her tonsils
She looking just like a model
Nigga your life is so awful
Shy glizzy I'm living so awesome
Speeding hit the dash forty over past the police
You say you got a bag then buy some shit nigga show me
A kid growing up man I seen myself on the TV
Stand on money now I'm tall like I'm Yao Ming
She say that I'm fake cause I don't hit her up and we talk anymore
If you not gonna bring me some money then why should we talk anymore
Shawty a hoe cause these niggas been in and out of her just like a store
Never been broke grinding so hard like a nigga been sleep on the floor
I'm hitting the party and going all out while I'm rocking expensive shit all on my chest
It's only me all in my lane give a f*ck about a nigga don't care about the rest
Doing some damage be movin in silence, might think my bank account got a suppressor
Going too crazy it's sicko Mode no Travis Scott but want all the loot like a treasure
MattGotEm - Mission Lyrics
MattGotEm - Mission Lyrics
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Just like the ball of a disco, my Gucci's be shinning so good when I step
Balenciaga sliding throughout the mansion, you know how MattGotEm just flex
Just like a nuke she blowing my phone up they way she be sending me texts
Just like a perfect test
(Hol Up, Hol Up)
I just want them checks
I need to get me a ring they way I just be balling so hard like champ
The night is just starting A nigga be too lit just watch how I ma-f*cking vamp
Running and chasing that money so fast sometimes I be catching a cramp
Sparking and bringing that energy turn me up just like a ma-f*cking lamp
Verified niggas be hating me all in they feelings I don't give a f*ck
Never been to Milwaukee don't speak to me if it ain't bout them bucks
All tinted windows it's big body Escalade when I hop outta the truck
Shawty be broke and then asking for money I told her you shit outta luck
All bout that business
Want all that bread like a biscuit
Ben Wallace stunt like piston
You do not know what I'm sipping
Follow a plan
Mission
Getting no money
Fiction
I do not F*ck with you
Distance
Spitting them bars
Listen
Going full throttle
Cant hit the club if I don't got a bottle
Your money real old like a fossil
Thumb through the paper no novel
Damn I'm touching her tonsils
She looking just like a model
Nigga your life is so awful
Shy glizzy I'm living so awesome
Speeding hit the dash forty over past the police
You say you got a bag then buy some shit nigga show me
A kid growing up man I seen myself on the TV
Stand on money now I'm tall like I'm Yao Ming
She say that I'm fake cause I don't hit her up and we talk anymore
If you not gonna bring me some money then why should we talk anymore
Shawty a hoe cause these niggas been in and out of her just like a store
Never been broke grinding so hard like a nigga been sleep on the floor
I'm hitting the party and going all out while I'm rocking expensive shit all on my chest
It's only me all in my lane give a f*ck about a nigga don't care about the rest
Doing some damage be movin in silence, might think my bank account got a suppressor
Going too crazy it's sicko Mode no Travis Scott but want all the loot like a treasure
Balenciaga sliding throughout the mansion, you know how MattGotEm just flex
Just like a nuke she blowing my phone up they way she be sending me texts
Just like a perfect test
(Hol Up, Hol Up)
I just want them checks
I need to get me a ring they way I just be balling so hard like champ
The night is just starting A nigga be too lit just watch how I ma-f*cking vamp
Running and chasing that money so fast sometimes I be catching a cramp
Sparking and bringing that energy turn me up just like a ma-f*cking lamp
Verified niggas be hating me all in they feelings I don't give a f*ck
Never been to Milwaukee don't speak to me if it ain't bout them bucks
All tinted windows it's big body Escalade when I hop outta the truck
Shawty be broke and then asking for money I told her you shit outta luck
All bout that business
Want all that bread like a biscuit
Ben Wallace stunt like piston
You do not know what I'm sipping
Follow a plan
Mission
Getting no money
Fiction
I do not F*ck with you
Distance
Spitting them bars
Listen
Going full throttle
Cant hit the club if I don't got a bottle
Your money real old like a fossil
Thumb through the paper no novel
Damn I'm touching her tonsils
She looking just like a model
Nigga your life is so awful
Shy glizzy I'm living so awesome
Speeding hit the dash forty over past the police
You say you got a bag then buy some shit nigga show me
A kid growing up man I seen myself on the TV
Stand on money now I'm tall like I'm Yao Ming
She say that I'm fake cause I don't hit her up and we talk anymore
If you not gonna bring me some money then why should we talk anymore
Shawty a hoe cause these niggas been in and out of her just like a store
Never been broke grinding so hard like a nigga been sleep on the floor
I'm hitting the party and going all out while I'm rocking expensive shit all on my chest
It's only me all in my lane give a f*ck about a nigga don't care about the rest
Doing some damage be movin in silence, might think my bank account got a suppressor
Going too crazy it's sicko Mode no Travis Scott but want all the loot like a treasure
Writer: Matt Harris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid