Buck Fifty Lyrics

A buck 50 in my left pocket 

Bouta make it happen, tell a nigga watch me

Buck tippin, heavy pippin like im Scottie

Women got me sittin swell and lofty

Real scholar niggas Ivy league

Looked at failure lately like its not an option

Men in tears, with they rap careers lookin suicidal like a kamikaze

Amount a time nigga tried to rob a nigga, tried to stop me still aint do shit bout it (bout it)

Amount a time a nigga tried to dap me just to see me fall and still aint do shit bout it

Bothered, now my choppa out here MLKing

Brodie sprayin no discrimination

Sharp as ever saw a revelation

Like my barber do me bouta get me faded 

Beside i need federal money, my debit is funny

These 0s and dollars get hoes out in front me 

Dinero ain't bothering nobody but me 

Cuz I'm in a world where its nobody but me

Don't nobody love me

They jealous forget em

In 90 degrees I'ma step out in the leather, its nothing 

The bank said my statements is ugly 

But I'll be so lucky my payment still lovely 

I'm fuckin the world thats my bitch and I love it 

Broads out from Lagos but grew up in London 

These bottles for taking, these models Jamaican 

Don't do shit for Vegas but bitch I'ma Stunna 

Don't cross me got God on my stomach

Assalamualaikum to all of my brothers

Been ballin since 8 i was Kobe w numbers

My digits no limit, my vision is tunnel 

I prepack the funnel, I'm smoking the pack  

Off of some niggas who think they stumbled the race,

But they holdin a leg in the back

Poppin not easy I mean it but I make it look like I keep all the haters in tact

Got me a new grill it's bussin 

The Lambo is coming, I told em to make it in black

Told em to make it in black

 Whip that muthafucka, packed the rav

Bouta hit the throttle doing laps 

Me, my homie and a stack 

I'm a keep da bitch a stack 

Like we on some drugs niggas don't relapse

Like we out in March busted new brackets

Still ain't payin no tax  

Can't see me without the bag

Lost it then i made it back

Homie like birria got it under wraps 

Like serena swinging racks

Styling Sinclair tracks 

With the black duffel on my shoulder pad  

Block a lotta motherfuckas Nic Clax

Put a dove up in his caption