Common Cents Lyrics

You ain't been getting on no dollars that's just common sense

I been in the water so deep I feel like Aquaman

I be in the kitchen got my pots and pans

Streets so cold, I got my stick, I'm a hockey fan

My drum so big on my AK, I'm a cocky man

She gon' blow while I'm on that tuba, I'm a marching band

I feel like I'm so toxic, so I sit there, I don't call again

I been tryna be good, but I'm skinny, she want a stocky man

I never back door, my homie or put my fam inside a cross

That shit sounded kinda gay, but it's never late for a pause

Before you crash out, my boy, think about your family, dawg

Fuck around, catch a case while you screw your family, dawg

Hit the plug off a ten pack, never ran it back

Put the money inside the counter, bro, this shit is accurate

I'm inside her cinnamon, she feel a glock adrenaline

Bro, you goin' backwards, button up, call me Benjamin

You don't know what I'm packin', but I'm runnin'

Got a twenty in my pack, bitch, I'm gunnin

Got my rap, so I'm shinin' and I'm stunnin'

She asked if I'm comin' up, girl, I been comin

You ain't been getting on no dollars that's just common sense

I been in the water so deep I feel like Aquaman

I be in the kitchen got my pots and pans

Streets so cold, I got my stick, I'm a hockey fan

My drum so big on my AK, I'm a cocky man

She gon' blow while I'm on that tuba, I'm a marching band

I feel like I'm so toxic, so I sit there, I don't call again

I been tryna be good, but I'm skinny, she want a stocky man