Commentate ft. Stretch Money Lyrics

Speculate how I got this cake

They got no choice but stand by and commentate huh

So we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

All I heard was yappin’ when I couldn’t make it happen

Now they silent on the sideline watching me in action

So we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

Isiah Thomas starts it all off

Give me the ball dog these pups is all soft

They made the hit list they all got crossed off

We taking the win home they suffer and y’all lost

I never snitch or told never flip or fold

Lip is zip like code got the pimpin’ in my soul

See the hips that’s swole on the stripper pole

Choose a chick and hit the road

That’s how you run the pick and roll

Do my two step Fred Astaire

Lil’ mama got the big derrière

Told her put it on me like she got me in the post

Big Zeke hit the court do the most play them close

Turn the brown upside down baby it’s a fifth

Smack it on the bottom like it threw a hissy fit

Ladies twist the top and she hit with the kiss

If ya’ mouth is still open then my hater zip ya lips uh

Speculate how I got this cake

They got no choice but stand by and commentate huh

So we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

All I heard was yappin’ when I couldn’t make it happen

Now they silent on the sideline watching me in action

So we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

Touch down more than old luggage

No R.A. but I’m so rugged

The flow you can’t afford If ya’ low budget

Man I hate to be so cold blooded

Hoes love it give me that snatch

Then they wanna’ get a nigga into that trap

But I’m too evasive Stretch too persuasive tied my laces

And ran through the trap

They shootin’ aw make ya’ look

You a slave to a page in my play book

Getting big money increase the bottom line

Don’t call it luck hoe that was by design

Architect art with Stretch

I cut and separate heads apart from necks uh

You can’t walk in these grown man shoes

I’m a boss don’t make me bust a grown man move uh

Speculate how I got this cake

They got no choice but stand by and commentate huh

So we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

All I heard was yappin’ when I couldn’t make it happen

Now they silent on the sideline watching me in action

So we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

we gon’ give em’ something they talk about

Two shots left down to the last seconds

You know when I pull it its an automatic weapon

They ain’t really fucking with us cuz we way too nice

With no regard for human life

Gotta’ write fly tunes gotta’ get my funds

Hit the stage but as soon as I gets it done

Man here I’m off of the mic

Laimbeer is gone for the night