TAKE SOME NOTES Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Hey, huh, to that broke shit, I'm allergic

Lil' bro, he trippin', he be stackin', but he's splurging

Huh, you say you got some money for me

I'm comin' urgently

Masked up, got a couple hitters

In the cut just like a surgery I'm 23, boy, you like 33

I'm Jordan, you Pippen, nigga I'm the main attraction

Around this bitch, you sidekickin' Boy, you ain't gang, you not with it

Boy, you broke, I'm in my bag, that's why you stay in my business

Huh, gas station, buy some Lil' Leafs and I'm gon' fill it up

Say, I just sense that you ain't bout no money shit, bro

Then you gettin' cut

Your bitch be gettin' fucked

Huh, I close my eyes, I see that vision, I'm in that Bentley truck

They say I'm the type to get the dubs out to the kids

I got too many of 'em

Say, I got money on my mind, I smell like money when I come around

They know you be bullshittin', niggas broke, givin' the runaround

These niggas dusty and they crusty, I ain't crusty shit, but I be clownin'

Ain't got a hundred bucks, but niggas rappin' like they got a hundred thousand

They said, Boom, your work outstanding

I'm so high right now, I don't think I'm never landing

This shit that I got goin' on, I ain't planned it

I know they don't understand it

These niggas takin' seats when I'm comin' around, cause they can't stand this shit

All I know is put in work and count these bands, that's it

I'm so motherfuckin' cut, I need some bandages

Huh, on my granny, niggas burgers, niggas sandwiches

I'm done talkin' directly to these niggas, call my management

Uh-huh, Supreme hoodie, Prada shoes, huh my fit, fire

Designer shades, I don't wear wires

Got in that room and dog joint the choir

I put that shit on, I'm so high off in the sky, don't think nobody flyer

Higher standards, higher prices, lil' nigga

You is not at Meijer

I don't never choose on no bitch, I be gettin' chose

I stand on business, even if I'm on my tippy toes

The bills stressin' doggy out, he need to go and smoke

Yo' bitch be goin' for the gang, she say, you goin' broke

We got these niggas starvin' round this bitch, cause we eat the most

Thirty Five hundred dollar fit on, Ain't even count the coat

Tryna do it like me, need to take some notes

Tryna do it like me, need to take some notes