Oil & Water Lyrics

I wake up, go and get to the grind I put it down, ain't gotta worry bout me

Fuckin' with yours, don't fuck with mine Tell em if they ain't talkin' a dime, then

I decline Got so many fucked up thoughts in my mind can't push rewind Had to get up off my ass and go get it,

I'm on a mission Sellin' Miley Cyrus, Bobby and Whitney up in the kitchen

And if you plus a hoe equal problems, you can't fix it Business and pleasure like oil and water

You can't mix it

I got Dior's on my heel, chrome woman on my grill

They want a four and a baby, I came up off enfamil

Yeah I used to hop out the jalopy, but now they copy

I'm like Pat, cause the top steady droppin'

The body rockin'

The trunk,th-the trunk steady knockin', I installed a ring camera

Inside salamander, new Benz, no handle Got the Louis bag just to match the Sandals

Plus the fragrance I ain't bother bout the hatin' long as it don't stop the payments

I'm bouncin', knockin', breakin' the pavement for motivation

I'm whippin' O's makin' this bread just like a bagel

And we-And we don't do favors, the price, the price is outrages,I ha-I had to drink cough syrup

The hatin was contagious

I wake up, go and get to the grind

I put it down, ain't gotta worry bout me fuckin' with yours, don't fuck with mine

Tell em if they ain't talkin' a dime, then I decline

Got so many fucked up thoughts in my mind, can't push rewind

Had to get up off my ass and go get it, I'm on a mission

Sellin' Miley Cyrus, Bobby and Whitney up in the kitchen

And if you plus a hoe equals problems you can't fix it

Business and pleasure like oil and water, you can't mix it

I never drank beer, I got partners who ain't here

Four swangers pokin' out of the car, one on the rear

I done shed so many tears but I ain't Tupac

Drop one up in a bowl, just like magic, I pull two out

Turn me up, the speakers blew out, no cut, I spit that straight drop

You play, I find out where you stay and show up just like takeout

Ain't no secret, yeah, I really got the game from the streets

I'm concrete, and right before I leave the crib, grab the heat and a pair of cleats

Cause slippers still count too, can still buy a ounce too

But how you say snitchin' my nigga, and he around you

But anyways, I been gettin' money plenty ways

I pray to God and go to sleep and dream of gettin' paid

Then I..

Wake up go and get to the grind, I put it down

Ain't gotta worry about me fuckin' with yours, don't fuck with mine

Tell them if they ain't talkin' a dime, then I decline

Got so many fucked up thoughts in my mind, can't push rewind

Had to get up off my ass and go get it, I'm on a mission

Sellin' Miley Cyrus, Bobby and Whitney up in the kitchen

And if you plus a hoe equal problems you can't fix it business and pleasure like oil & water, you can't mix it

(Got the louis bag just to match the sandals plus the fragrance, I aint bothered bout the hatin long as it dont stop the payments)

(And we, and we don't do favors, the price, the price is outrages, I had, I had to drink cough syrup the hatin was contagious)