Smile For The Cam Lyrics

The man with the plan, these niggas wanna see my hand, uh

Young nigga M.I.A. out the way, tryna run out them bands, yeah

I know these niggas be snakes, so no, I can't show my hand, uh

I put a flash on the blick on my opp, he can smile for the cam

Yeah, hop in that Beam, I race, head first, it's not no ram

Switchin' these lanes, I spilt a lil wok on my jeans, I'm like, goddamn

Everywhere I go, I keep me a Glock in my jeans, you know who I am

Nigga wanna play, then you know that we up in the blick, tell that lil' boy to scram

I'm in the Mo, and I'm throwin' up 4's in the sky with ten toes on the ground

Nigga be hatin', but I do not know that lil' guy, I think lil' bro a clown

Nigga wanna play, then we spinning his block like that shit was a merry-go-round, huh

I'm high as a plane, I'm smokin' out loud, so no, I cannot hear a sound

These hoes know my name, they know my nouns, you know I'm the man of the town, yeah

thumbing through hundreds, keep loose on my count, can't give a specific amount, yeah

Nowadays I feel I can't trust nobody, I don't even bring hoes to the house, yeah

I'm in that field, and I feel like Odell bought the money, cause I am in route, yeah

These niggas flexin' like these niggas have them, but they just be runnin' they mouth, yeah

I'm in the Mo, and I'm throwin' up 4's in the sky, cause I'm from the south, yeah

I put the bands on the couch, uh, I had the racks in the duffy

Play with the gang, take it out, uh, yipping yah nose like it's stuffy

Move with the gang unannounced, uh, where we go is about the money

I let my money count and count, cause I'm losin' count like a dummy

I've been on addy days

Prada of my brain, yeah, I already know him for late

All of my young niggas bringing that drac , the AK all on his waist

You is not gang you a faking ass nigga what you mean

Glock, just came with a laser, I got a something for the haters

I got a 7.62, too, In my chamber

She just wanna fuck with a nigga, cause I'm ballin

The way that I shoot, this stick its a fader

Bae, I just walked in the bank stop,

I got no time for haters, you a broke boy, get no paper

Swerving a foreign , you in a mator

I wanna stack my money tall, you know ion wear chuck Taylors

you know ion wear chuck Taylors shawty, son

Bitch, I got out the mud, bitch, I got out the tub with it

Bitch this Za is all in my lungs, bitch, I'm rollin' my bud, nigga

I know this shit right here, I'm song, you wanna steal my flow, huh, nigga

You know this rap shit in my bones, I don't write shit on my phone, nigga

You know I'm finna go across the globe with it, find a home with it, nigga

Bitch, that nigga talkin' on the phone with it, you know I got a chrome with me

You is not nobody, stop that actin

Brand new mozzy truck, this bitch, be actin' up

When you get round hoes, you start actin' tough

Bitch, my money big, yeah, that shit so buff

know these niggas be cap, you is not touching no pape

I told you, nigga, I got it, just give me time

Pussy boy you gotta wait, nigga steading speaking on my name

Okay, cool, you finna be at your wake

Nigga, stitch your hair, that's the type of shit I hate

I'm like, damn, I got that Gucci on my waist

I'm like, damn, I got that Dior on my face

Not to mention, I Chanel my bitch

And I'm ridin' the in the A with a switch

And I don't give a fuck if you like me

jocking the swag, I know you can see

I'm in my Louis V shades, oh, no, I can't see you

Motherfucker, I just tried the Stevie one

Just took off with your bitch like Usher

Just took off with your bitch like Usher

I can't see your name, I ain't Stevie Wonder

I miss you, Ayooo Margiela