Sensei ft. 99 & Tezzy Lyrics

B.G

Turn that shit up Mel

With my skis

Is it so wrong that I want money in a lil bad bitch, all to myself

Damn, I wanna feel good, I put THC liquid inside a cup

It make me belch huh

Louis for the glasses, bracelet, belt huh

Pain, we done felt tons, Raymond

Every day I keep shooting my shot, I'm done aiming

Get straight to the top, hang with the skis, her love language

Mushrooms getting popped by 12 o'clock, they done damaged

Why the fuck these vvs keep on talking loud they done rambling

Everybody thought we wasn't gone get to the top now they done rambling

Told the bitch just watch me cook and chef shit like I'm Ramsey

Threw the bag right over the top my nigga caught it right on Ramsey

I know I got real blood, but skis like my family

High as hell behind dark tint, don't think we can see the landing

Pockets in the capital state like East Lansing

Go green, spark a wood I'm on the campus damn

I can really say the future bright I imagined a lavish living

Bitches on me, they know I'm the 1 like Cade on Pistons

If it's bout a buck, I handle my business like I'm Wendy

You can chalk it up, if you don't got a plan you probably finished

At the dealership like what's the ticket

Grem say nigga where the bitches

Ain't no sensei I ain't tryna kick it

As long as they printing this shit I gotta go and get it

She sitting here witnessing me count thousand dollar linens

Nigga that ain't my business nigga don't ask me my opinion

You ain't getting no money nigga you got it she keep asking how you get it

I got the designer you think I'm scamming how I'm living

My pockets a binder you probably see some staples in it

The woods I be facing help me with my mental

I'm tinting the windows

Don't give a fuck if it's a rental

Them circular O's in the bag, ain't no skittles

We breaking down bows, popping tags with my niggas

Why would I wait long when it's money on the floor

My lungs ready to go, I keep smoking out the bow

You can keep your clothes on, just give me neck, I want the throat

Lately it been hard to fit my denim from these rolls

I'm trying to think so hard who give a fuck about these hoes

My card ain't go decline when I'm shopping in them stores

Used to be so far behind, now I'm creeping on the scores

That's your girl, she act like mine

Might as well call her our hoe now

Driving on the shoulder off some lean

He turn Young Dro now

I got OCD, but I just love the shit I gross now

Used to stuff socks and shoes with weed we work at Goat now

Pop a mushroom, I'm about to float now

Did it without thinking like I'm 99, nigga

All times, gotta grind until I fucking shine, nigga

He done scammed the AP

That's that nigga version of doing the crime

Then you do the time, nigga

I just bought a QP

That's a quarter of pine, nigga

Is it so wrong that I want money in that lil bad bitch, all to myself