Michael Jackson Lyrics

Yeah

they try to claim that I won't do it

We'll talk that money that's where I'm

yeah, yeah

They keep on claiming I won't do it

We'll talk that money, that's where I'm fluent

I told that girl to leave my place and now she's gone

They keep on claiming I won't do it, but they wrong

Put a bad bitch in the song, Pour another drink, then I take another hit out the bong

Tryna get my money so long

Float a couple thou to my bro, now he sayin' that it's gone

Tryna figure out what you won

You be smokin' on crack or some

I'ma blow out her back or some

I'm smooth like Michael Jackson

(Like MJ)

Walk in the building, I'm standin' on business

(I'm standing on)

Cook up a song in the lab man I feel like a chemist

Ride or die bitch I'm a menace

My dawg a day one he got perfect attendance

When I make a move, I ain't leavin' no witness

I make a few mil by the end of this sentence

(By the end of this song)

And I'm movin' with packs, bitch I know who you sendin'

I'm livin' my life like this shit never endin

I stick to my code, bitch, I always defend it

Yeah, and I made this in four minutes

In the booth, no phone in it, I put my heart and soul in it

Look at the screen, you see my name

I'm tired of playin' all your games

I tried to warn you if you touch me, move it back for shit, gets ugly

Try to test your luck, but I know you ain't lucky, nah

They keep on claiming I won't do it

We'll talk that money, that's where I'm fluent

I told that girl to leave my place and now she's gone

They keep on claiming I won't do it, but they wrong

Put a bad bitch in the song, Pour another drink, then I take another hit out the bong

Tryna get my money so long

Float a couple thou to my bro, now he sayin' that it's gone

Tryna figure out what you won

You be smokin' on crack or some

I'ma blow out her back or some

I'm smooth like Michael Jackson

Like MJ, I'm killin' this shit like MJ

I'm steppin' in these Toms, spend four or five

on these rims

She mad, she said I cheated, bitch, I know

just what I did

My seats are tempur-pedic, I could live inside

my whip

And I'm makin' that money, it's so illegal

That bitch be tryna set me up, but I don't need em

She at my house and she won't leave it

Take advice from Michael Jackson and go beat it