Mix & Master Lyrics

Aye, lately I been chasing me a bag, I can't move wrong

Making ends, I can't take it in to a few gone

Ballin like I'm KG and I need me two phones

Want that Rollie two-tone, don't give a fuck what you on

Can't stop until I make it, yeah I got my mind made up

First you get the cash and after that you gotta save up

This world is way bigger than where the fuck we came from

And if shit gotta change, to get the change, then change up

If shit gotta change, to get the money, then switch it up

And you gotta give this shit, all you got, can't be giving up

And you gotta stay focused on the present like Christmas coming

Cause the past will have you with your head down, gotta pick it up

Ain't got time to waste no time, cause ain't no such thing as rich enough

Wanna shine, you gotta grind and just be focused on bigger stuff

So niggas turn them phones on and have them motherfuckers hit you up

And when they hit you up, pull up like them Lyfts be coming

But if you ain't a dumper, then I swear you ain't missing nothing

You can get a job, go legit, get that different money

Regardless how you get it, just know why you getting it homie

Ain't no going back, ain't no more of that

They see you in that mode, they gon' know it's that

And when you get a load, go unload that

And stack that paper up, till you can't fold that

And stay on that, yeah we on that

Ayy, big paper, big paper, what you want

Real shit, bullshit, I don't condone

You ain't talking money, then don't hit the phone

I don't get how you sit, I get shit gone

And my niggas get that money at the same time

Bro in the kitchen, heat and gloves like he James Bond

But he ain't whipping ass, he whipping glass

Yeah he mastered that mix like mix and master

He said it make better drop if you mix it faster

And if you going to the top, then this the ladder

My brothers know when I eat, I'm like here's a platter

And bro told me keep my heat, too much shit can happen

Before niggas get to acting, just get to clapping

Before you let shit fall off, nigga get to stacking

And stay in your own lane, and when you get in traffic

You can't be out here for no reason, have your shit established

Now this a beat by JT, shout out my cousin

I'm finna do it super bad like I'm McLovin

Our here slapping all day, hit the stu, get to punchin

I need that Hulk in bulk, cause it's cheaper by the dozen

You can have the hoe, I ain't beefing bout a woman

I just only need the girl, they want me to keep it coming

Shells on me and my phone's jumping like the Easter Bunny

Back ends, fuck it, I'm serving all the time

Lil' bitch say she love me, but I'm feeling like she lying

I just get that lil' money then, another time

And another time, stay focused on the grind

Get up out that box and start opening your mind

It's the time to be alive, in my heart I'm so excited

This ain't no flex, I get the x and expedite it

They can get higher while I get flyer than a pilot

Aye we Really It Out There gang, quick to start a RIOT

Big paper, big paper, what you want

Real shit, bullshit, I don't condone

You ain't talking money then don't hit the phone

I don't get how you sit I get shit gone

And my niggas get that money at the same time

Bro in the kitchen heat and gloves like he James Bond

But he ain't whipping ass, he whipping glass

Yeah he mastered that mix, like mix and master