Shai Coke - Vanguard (feat. Ceo Stew) Lyrics

I talk about money more than slidin' that's what I'm into
They can't say what they did, it's just what they finn' to
I always mention the chop, but I got FNs too
I made some blues off the devil like I played for Duke
Niggas drivin' fake cars, I never seen that trim
If it's not an M or AMG, don't badge the shit
Ain't got some gloves, use your shirt to mask the prints
I don't even like bein' called, bro, I am not your twin
I want my fans to get money, I don't want you to dance
Your bitch helped me, Al Snow, she came with the head
My main look like Zendaya, you f*ckin' on reg
Try to run off, then it's footshot, get turned into Meg
Yo, man's died, you ain't slide, you just got high
When Putt died, the ? died that nigga sky high
Me and the chop stick together like Saha
Made a bitch sing off the Johnny, my, my, my, my
You can't teach new tricks to old dogs
I was born smart, I'm still in the war zone
This not Vanguard, thought it was street we left his brains on the sidewalk
I used to flock, and now they flock because my songs hard
Ain't got some gloves, use your shirt to mask the prints
I don't even like bein' caught, bro, I am not your twin
I'm not the same as Zaya Wade, but I'm really him
Baby want some pumps, I bust a dump, I still get it in
It cost big money to go to war, in other words, y'all boys is cooked
Just hit a 90-perc play all finesse, they had to look
A bunch of paper bent up on me like in my pockets fit a book
How I'm trippin' from my hustle and all the chances I done took
Been droppin' work on top my skids, drug residue all on this bitch
Y'all boys not steppin' in this game, just actin' out all for the net
Watch y'all mouth about the bag, we make you stand on what you said
And quit speakin' about paper, yo ass still ain't seen a 10
Just make me mad, no caps today, just blew y'all's stash
I'm up enough to blow through bands, boy, I'm deep inside my bag
I ain't wanna show too much, had sticks in videos, I was mad
Now I'm smarter, bigger goals, I'm in here plottin' on two paths
A new spot I can work outta, another crib to stash these rackays
Tryna create so much motion, a hundred thousand be my bad day
I can't complain right now, I'm havin' a couple points, even my bad plays
This chop I got on me been punchin' off the hip, you got a ?
And if you movin' with a snitch, we can't do business, boy, I'm rack gang
That's all bosses round the bag, J-Drop, Rollie off the black face
Don't do that cappin' around me, lil' doggie, what that pack weigh
Y'all boys can never f*ck with Stewy, huh? That's what them racks say
A bunch of money around the bag, What up doe Shai
That's all we do is get money
That's all we do is get money, man