Iguodala ft. Axel Mic Lyrics

Enough Momentum to knock down all the pins at once

Now that would be cool

(Uhh)

Acey

(Smack!)

Uh, get them dollars

Yuh, Iguodala

Hop on the court, Iguodala

I get the racks get them dollars, yeah

Call me them dollars, yeah

Lil Texan like Dallas, yeah

I like stacking them dollars

Stack in my Wraith like it's mileage

I be so geeked and awake in the street up at night

Bitch I be feelin like a monster

Aye I'm like Future the way I'm so fly

I gotta do codeine it's all in my stomach

Aye I be rhyming you know I got perfect timing I'm like Nav at auctions

Aye I'm Huncho, by the way I be rapping you see me with money (Yea)

Aye that bih

She hop on my dick like a mufuckin' bunny (Yuh)

She be tellin' me jokes but she is no funny

Yea I be gettin' that money

I ain't no rapper, lil nigga

I am the best spittin' because I be mumblin'

I'm the hypest nigga in functions

I be gettin' this shit bumpin'

I be gettin' this shit bumpin' (bumpin, yuh)

LED TV yea that's what I do I just get croissants

Over seas yea these bitches they want me for my money (Ahh!)

For my fucking green (Greeen!)

Yea, I be runnin' (Ruun!)

I'm Lebronin', I been dunkin, yea my hairline push you back (Lebron!)

I got-got it, I got money, I got all this Molly

Ima pop it now I'm seeing stars and all that odd shit

I be running, now I'm blasting off in space like rockets

Yea, left me scarred bout this pain

I don't wanna, I just got it numb

I got geeked on the moon, now I'm high on Mars

I just got it up, now I got a thousand broads

Aye man just threw 'em at yo' deck though (Deck-Deck-Deck the Halls)

I ain't no Santa, nigga I came with red and then I boxed.. all these niggas, yea

And I came number 1

Got that belt around my waist, now I got these funds

Got these bands-

Fly to Japan, keep it goin', yeah I feel too raw, yea

I'm on drank, I'm not Drake, I'm not drinkin' no Rum (woah)

Ditch the censorship, yeah I feel like this for fun, yea

Ima keep flowing 'til this shit get me the bills I'm gone, aye

Gotta keep it going

Yea yo hoe she know it, Yea ya hoe she know it

Yuh, gotta slow down (Woo)

In yo town (town!)

Ima ride around (keep goin' round)

Fancy cars, yeah I'm goin' round, yea (Woahh-oah-oh)

I'm in the city taking a trip I'm witcha bitch, aye aye

Ima keep goin', Ima just do me a Kick-flip (Yea)

Got these bands at my waist and I'm having fun

Got these bands at my waist and I'm having fun

Fly to Japan, keep it goin', yeah I feel too raw

(Fly to Japan)

(Yea, yea, yea)

Yea!

Uh, get them dollars (Smack!)

Iguodala, hop on the court, Iguodala (Lebron!)

I get the racks get them dollars, yeah

Call me them dollars, yeah

Lil Texan like Dallas, yeah

I like stacking them dollars

Stack in my Wraith like it's mileage

I be so geeked and awake in the street up at night

Bitch I be feelin like a monster

Aye I'm like Future the way I'm so fly

I gotta do codeine it's all in my stomach

Aye I be rhyming you know I got perfect timing I'm like Nav at auctions

Aye I'm Huncho, by the way I be rapping you see me with money

Enough Momentum to knock down all the pins at once

Now that would be cool

(Acey)