Bottom Line Lyrics

Damn 11eleven

Uh huh

Yeah

Ok

Look

Ima stand up nigga

Type of nigga on his grind

He can think his bitch his

I just hit her with a line

He think his bitch his

And I know the bitch mine

Dropped a opp in my pop

I could never drop a dI'me

Look this how I start my day

Grab the K and check the blinds

Make sure everything straight and

Thank the lord that I'm alive

They say I'm the best rapper of my tI'me

Bottom line

Label say "you want a million cash then sign this dotted line"

I think sons growing up too fast

I blame Father TI'me

He think this a standard blick

I put a switch on they behind

I make music for them niggas who go kill shit when they slide

I make bitches strip she gone get me lit up every tI'me

Baby sweeter than a peach

Taste as good as Georgia pie

She keep looking in my eyes

I'ma star don't be surprised

10 tI'mes outta 10 I got my nine

She say that my dick just like my career

''Cause they both be on the rise

Man where yo ass was at when me and bro was taking drives

We was splitting 4for4's

Like man just give me the fries

Bitches wanted us to slide

We was busy grind

They want us to follow suit

We was busy cutting ties

Now it's war with any nigga that claI'm he ain't one of mines

Tell that they ass to pick a side

Always money on they head

''Cause bitch it's money on my mind

Should charge these hoes to speak to me

Know they can't pay that fine

Know they gone get penalties

Know if yo bitch get close next to me she leaving by my side

Gone pull her panties to the side

Give her D like she in drive

Kick her out go back inside

Like see you another tI'me

Spark a blunt and think of all the bullshit I survived

Ima stand up nigga

Type of nigga on his grind

He can think his bitch his

I just hit her with a line

He think his bitch his

And I know the bitch mines

Dropped a opp in my pop

I could never drop a dI'me