Prime Lyrics

Uh-huh

Ride out it

Brrrrr

Workin', movin', workin', movin'

Let your inhibitions go, time to advance

This is what I came to do

Freakin' out, body shakin' get up out your stance

This is what I came to do

Uh-huh

Sss

Chop, chop

Make them dance

Yeah

Make them dance

Mic check, one, two, one, two

I represent, this is what I do

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Wanna cop that, wanna drop that, put twenty large on it, go ahead and flop that

Wanna act up, get your stacks up, hit a bass drum, vibrate that track up

Is you goin' in, is you goin' out

Easy come, easy go, what it's all about

Mama put me in work, she gon' get it out

In the club, on the phone, she gon' work it out

What about you

Show you how to

Get your hustle on, make a couple thousand

Then double that, yes, come back

Chop trees, call me Paul, but your mama Jack

Can I get a mic check, get a sound check

I've been out of check, you ain't been around yet

I've been in and out the danger zone

Thirty G's a show, I get paid to flow

Got the whole world under my control

Tricks up my sleeve, that's magical

Taste for the blood like a cannibal

Out of control, call me animal

Better jump over if you're on a fence

Honey leaned over, now she on a tense

She on a move, I'm on the ground

We all over the hood like an ornament

Are you hyped yet

Flow with no mic check

Amp up the party, riskin' the brightest

Shinin' like Midas, fire up the bar

Sellin' my music right out the car

Temperature risin', hours to blow

Get in the groupies, Marilyn Monroe

Get up on stage from out the front row

Ice cold flow like 20 below

My neck cold, frozen ice

Neck cold, frozen ice

My neck cold, frozen ice

My neck cold, frozen ice

My neck cold, frozen ice

Paper, throw that paper

Throw that paper

Paper, throw that paper

Paper

Paper, throw that paper

Paper, throw that paper

Paper

Paper

Paper

Paper

In a cloud

In a cloud

From the east, west, north, to the south

South

Stacking paper money makers in the hive

Ghetto ambassador, mellow philosopher

You may have to adjust your camera aperture

When I'm the man with a plan

That's been planning to take over the planet like a dictator, get paper

Funding Napoleon

Looking like a man that stuck a pole into the ground

Surprise, I struck petroleum

I'm the sickest when it comes to these rap scriptures

Quick to flip a script into a motion picture

Back on the scene like an extra

Who's next to this protagonist with this prolific lecture

I'm inclined to design this here rhyme to

Inspire new stars that don't sound whack like your kind do

Something exquisite like visiting foreign lands for more than business

What is this

I dig this, son

It's a lot more like abstract, but I went way past that

Oh no, just look what that got me to

Throw that paper

Throw that, throw that paper

Throw that paper

Throw that paper

Throw that, throw that paper

Throw that paper

10, 20, 50 flicking hunnids

Flicking hunnids

10, 20, 50 flicking hunnids

We flicking hunnids

Back, back, back it up

Back it up

Back it up

Back it up

Baby girl, back it up

Back it up

Tune in

Tune in

Tune out

Tune out

Turn it up until the light burn out

Burn out