Maxey to Embiid ft. ReeMoney Lyrics

This bitch blowin' my line, I'm just tryin' to figure out where I'ma stash it

Told her get it on my time, can't sit on no phone, bro, calling ona tablet

They ask what I do, say I ball for the city, young n***a, I'm feelin' like Maxi

They ask what I do, say I ball for the city, young n***a, I'm feelin' like Maxi

I float through the city, I'm droppin' off babies and shit and I feel like a taxi

These n****s is sick that the tables done turnt, they remember that they used to tax me

I step on his toes I got traps on his block, but this n***a just said that he lapped me

I'm uppin the stats, ain't no patting my back, rather take me a bitch with a clappy

That's why I feel like one of them n****s, that's off, everything, you hear me

ReeMoney, ReeSaddam, n***a, President of Iraq

N****s know just who I'm rollin' with, drive the cat like I stole the shit

I don't know about extortions, I got babies, no abortions

Okay, I don't know about no bitch in the way, ain't no slippin', I got blicky today

He keep flippin', we gon' get him a raise, he keep flippin', flippin', n***a, get him a chain

Scale dusty, you ain't weighin' a thing, you was detourin', I was makin' a lane

What you know about that black wing the caddy? I'ma go get a bucket like MAXEY

Yeah, they ask what I do, say I ball for the city, young n***a, I feel like EMBIID

Look like I sell food, I can get you that too, but I really gotta lit off a p's

I went to school smellin' like weed, my teacher like, you need to leave

Fast forward, I just had a seed, I bet he gon' count money before he can read

I got this lil' bitch on her knees, cause I took the Baccarat, mixed it with Creed

As soon as I pull up my sleeve, that bitch get to dancin' just like Chris Breeze

I'm passin' out work just like Drew Brees, I'm givin' out work just like Indeed

Breathe, foot on they neck they can't breathe, I got a trick up my sleeve

Pull out the tech and them n****s start runnin' like track and them bullets start fallin' like leaves

You better pull up your jeans, for one of you n****s get left

Hole to his jersey, he should wear a vest

Bro got a stick with a button, he said he ain't press

Baddie, she turning me on, but I still don't be press

She turned a two to a dime, baby, now I'm impressed

Im getting top on the back of the boat, like my name Kanye West

Yeah, n****s wanna link with the gang

Before you can hang, you gotta go pass the test

Me and my bro out of town, we lookin' for pounds, we out on a quest

And we just got off the road, with half of the load, we gon' send for the rest

They didn't want us to win, but we really blessed

Bitch, we the best, O-R-W-D-B-M-H-S

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