SKYRIM ft. Kid Judo Lyrics

Judo, what is this?

Said don't talk to me if we ain't talking 'bout the cash

I hit another lick expensive shit, the bands in my grasp

Said broke boy get your money up!

Go get you some racks!

And don't ask me how I got this shit I ain't talking back (Cyfal!)

Empty your pants

Do your dance

Cause you're making me money

Do what you're told

Give me your gold

If you're planning on running

Empty your pants

Do your dance

Cause you're making me money

Do what you're told

Give me your gold

If you're planning on running

I'm the Jarl of your town

Gotta collect my taxes

I be chilling with thieves

My Thane got trippy connections

You can't run away from me

Bro, you cannot fast travel

I heard you be fighting your demons

Bro, I killed the devil

Uh!

Bad bitch on me cause she wanting the dollars

I'm 'boutta pour up poolside, Tommy Bahama

I'm posted up in luxury the Gucci pajamas

Don't say it to my face if you ain't got you some commas

I'm dripping the water, the Fiji!

Designer, they see me!

Pull up on the scene and we fucking shit up!

Cruise to the studio

Making a movie, hoe!

Shooting like we aiming at sitting ducks

I'm an authentic motherfucker because I could never fake it

These broke boys talking shit without a co-sign or a placement

Lamborghini on a racetrack

Bitch, I'm racing!

Bought it all in cash while you pulled out from the savings

Empty your pants

Do your dance

Cause you're making me money

Do what you're told

Give me your gold

If you're planning on running

Empty your pants

Do your dance

Cause you're making me money

Do what you're told

Give me your gold

If you're planning on running

Ahhhhh!

Said don't talk to me if we ain't talking 'bout the cash

I hit another lick expensive shit the bands in my grasp

Said broke boy get your money up!

Go get you some racks!

And don't ask me how I got this shit I ain't talking back

Hoe!