The Don ft. Kacekid Lyrics

Aye aye aye

Aye aye aye

Yea yea yea

Yea yea yea

I'm a don, I feel like Michael Corleone

Groupie bitches hit my phone asking me to drop a song

Tell them hoes to keep it cool, I got too much shit going on

I'm tryna get my paper right, tryna stack my money tall, yeah

I'm a don, I'm moving like I'm Al Capone

Lil bitch act like she don't wanna fuck, I told that bitch we grown

Every time I get sauce I'm putting all my niggas on

Every time you and yo mans got in that jam, yall niggas told, yeah

Kill the parking lot, somebody call the paramedic

High as hell, riding down lake shore, I damn near miss the exit

You would think I'm Danny Glover, riding with a lethal weapon

Fully auto switch on the Glock, it let off thirty in two seconds

I gotta stay a real nigga, cause if I don't, I'll block my blessings

Reminiscing bout the act while I'm pouring wock up in my beverage

How the fuck you gone get money? If you don't never put in effort

Plus you steady pocket watching, you need to get your shit together

Dropping dick off in yo bitch, I fuck her good and touch her soul

Get this rental in her name so I can go transport the load

Real niggas know the game is to be sold and not be told

Gotta stay ten toes, and never bend break or fold

On the block like Ben Wallace, feds watching strike a pose

You gotta pay a higher ticket, if you want some better bowls

If he ain't tryna shop with us, he need to get the fuck on

He was balling off that SBA but now them bucks gone

Damn

I'm a don, I feel like Michael Corleone

Groupie bitches hit my phone asking me to drop a song

Tell them hoes to keep it cool, I got too much shit going on

I'm tryna get my paper right, tryna stack my money tall, yeah

I'm a don, I'm moving like I'm Al Capone

Lil bitch act like she don't wanna fuck, I told that bitch we grown

Every time I get sauce I'm putting all my niggas on

Every time you and yo mans got in that jam, yall niggas told, yeah

I still be praying for niggas, even though they did me dirty

I still be praying for bitches, even though they left me hurting

Real nigga university, graduated with my doctors

Bitches love that lab coat, it let em know that I got options

Experimenting with the game, that's how I became a scholar

I could sell you sauce but you can't afford what this shit costing

Shit got me feeling like Saint, with all these franklins in my pocket

I can't stop it, I need all the commas, failure's not a option

If you new round here, tread lightly, I done been thru too much drama

Way to grown for all that shit lil nigga, all I want is money

Real playboy shit, always keep a bad bunny

Hoes love me, they like when you finna drop, I tell em one day

I'm a don, I feel like Michael Corleone

Groupie bitches hit my phone asking me to drop a song

Tell them hoes to keep it cool, I got too much shit going on

I'm tryna get my paper right, tryna stack my money tall, yeah

I'm a don, I'm moving like I'm Al Capone

Lil bitch act like she don't wanna fuck, I told that bitch we grown

Every time I get sauce I'm putting all my niggas on

Every time you and yo mans got in that jam, yall niggas told, yeah

Aye aye aye

Aye aye aye

Yea yea yea

Yea yea yea