Spike Lee ft. WTM Scoob Lyrics

Yeah (Nolo)

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I just walked inside the bank and told em load me up

They was tryna count me out, now try to add me up

I just splashed inside lil mama cause she opened up

We gon' make it thunder shower we bought all the ones

I been smashin it for a while ain't take no pictures, not one

Call me crazy, but I feel better when that stick is right on me

You just hate it when I'm winning, you is not my real homie

Can you tell me bout that chain you got? that shit look real funny

I just met this bitch in France and took her right back to the Coney

Ion give a fuck what race you is, bitch, Imma alien

Niggas plugged in Mexico they servin hand-to-hand

I was gonna fuck his thot, but Imma better man

Yeah, can't be in my pics, nigga, you getting copped you ain't touched you a hunnit bands

I'm one of one, just like my threads you niggas can't compare to me

All that phony shit, I peep it through these Carties clearly

I'm not stopping till them millions coming every damn week

When we pop out it's a movie, where the fuck is Spike Lee?

I got my money in order, I'm breaking laws, where the fuck is Ice-T?

I been wearing needles from Monday to Thursday, and capital Friday to Sunday

I glide through the world like a runway,

I walk in the stu in an all runway

I was fucking yo thot when Kanye dropped Runaway

I'm dropping these chains for all the slaves that ran away

Habibi my plug for grenades, lil boy, put them guns away

I'm bringing the bacon home, so it's two girls in my world I'm porkin

Momma should've got an abortion

I'm spinning hoes and spinning Porsches

E.T. just passed me the wood, it's fat as Rasputia where is Norbit?

She so bad I took my Vivienne Westwood belt and whooped her ass

I'm high as fuck, you low on cash, I hit the gas and push the dash

I'm in my Goyard, Gucci, Louis, Prada, Oh my God bag