Been There Done That Lyrics

This that shit right here,

Me and my Boys go back like Cadillac seats

I'm Quick to bust

A flow like I'm quick to bust my Strap

I'm quick to shoot at hoes like I'm quick to shootin craps

I'm breaking all these foos like never before

Ever since I came from the pen

Hoes steppin on my toes, just to get A hug from the grim

I pop the top Off this Juice n Gin

Pour me up a cup, n give a toast to My friends

Ain't nothing left to do but to stack up all these

Ns

Hit the switch on the Caddy just Blow with the wind

Pick my bitch up from dancin 2:30am

She quick to say I love you daddy and I love it when I win

Hit the trap and Re-up right before I

Take it in, didn't mean to win your Girl but she chose a real winner, Fucked the first night, didn't

Take her out to dinner, we did Everything man, plus she asked me To film her

Am I a sinner or saint cuz I live so devilish, I'm so high on this dank, now I fly like Pegasus

I'm a Top rank

Maryvale vet, West Side, PHX, heart Breaking hoes, tell me which bitch Next, and my biggest flex

Is I'm always chasing checks

Life is nothing but a game, and there's levels to this shit

I'm flying through these stages, just Like I found a glitch, just to let you Know

Yeah bitch I'm getting rich

I take this shit serious, like I'm playing sports

I really be wit trappers, all you other rappers commin short

I remember in the Pen I used to eat with a spork

Now that I'm free I keep it poppin Like a cork

I rock the floor every time that I come around

I'm stackin up my pounds so I sit Down and count that

I always said that a real mothafucca

Bounce back

My goal right now, is a hunnit racks in my account, but for now I hit the trap then I bounce with an ounce

I been There, done that, you gotta keep a Strap

When I was in a pen

I did my time in a max

This for all my Pimps, who keep them hoes on the track, and for all my

Hustlers, that never left the trap

I Been there, done that, you gotta keep A strap

When I was in the pen I did my time in a max

This for all my pimps, who keep them hoes on the track, and for all my hustlers, that never left the trap

My Label full of playaz and macs tattoos on my face and on my

Back

Carry the strap every time I start to roam, signed wit C&R, now I'm with the mob like Corleone

Got my money long, so I'm smoking On the racket

All my neighbors hate me cause I'm having too much traffic, blowing up my block, always Got my hood cracking

And this ain't no joke, counted a hundred racks last night with that homie D-Loc

I just don't understand how you Motherfuccaz go broke,

I don't need a bunch of foos in my music videos

If I don't know you, then fool you gotta go

This for all my bros, who been with me since day one, ever since I stepped out them Gates, I been stacking up my funds

And I do this shit for fun

I stay up in yo bitch mouth like she chewing on some gum

They call Murda mayne, cause I stay with the Red rum, from the wild west where Everybody got a gun