Wrecking Ball Lyrics

Came through the block, chain swingin' like a wreckin' ball,
Countin' all this pape, you ain't even seen a check at all,
Hustle so relentless, got 'em thinkin' I'm a workaholic,
Broke boys talkin' loud, but they pockets on metabolic.

Came through the block, chain swingin' like a wreckin' ball,
Countin' all this pape, you ain't even seen a check at all,

Ridin' through the city, got the Draco in the passenger,
Talkin' like you tough, but your moves ain't even register,
Whippin' in the kitchen, turn a half into a whole stack,
Runnin' up the bands, makin' plays like a quarterback.

Came through the block, chain swingin' like a wreckin' ball,
Countin' all this paper, you ain't even seen a check at all,

Ice on my wrist, got the haters feelin' frosty,
Flexin' on the Gram, now your girl tryna stalk me,
Pockets so deep, like a never-ending saga,
Shooters on call, make a scene like a drama.

Came through the block, chain swingin' like a wreckin' ball,
Countin' all this paper, you ain't even seen a check at all,

Big bands bustin' out the jeans, I'm a money magnet,
Whip so clean, got 'em thinkin' it's a pageant,
Talk slick, quick to pull up with the static,
Life on the edge, but I'm movin' like a maverick.

Came through the block, chain swingin' like a wreckin' ball,
Countin' all this paper, you ain't even seen a check at all,

Plug hit my line, said the shipment just landed,
Turn a small time hustle to a kingpin status,
Got the block hot, but my ice game cold,
Real street legend, livin' stories untold.

( Yuh yuh yuh aye aye )

(Shit crazy yo)

Came through the block, chain swingin' like a wreckin' ball,
Countin' all this paper, you ain't even seen a check at all,

Rollie on the wrist, presidential with the timepiece,
Enemies talk, but they scatter when they see me,
Fast life livin', ain't no brakes on this money train,
Young OG, got the streets runnin' through my veins.

Came through the block, chain swingin' like a wreckin' ball,
Countin' all this paper, you ain't even seen a check at all,

Diamonds hittin' hard, lookin' like a light show,
Steppin' on the scene, everybody know my name, bro,
Stackin' up the racks, while these haters tryna play slow,
Movin' with precision, ain't no way I'm finna lay low.

Came through the block, chain swingin' like a wreckin' ball,
Countin' all this paper, you ain't even seen a check at all,

Keep the circle tight, only roll with the realest,
Money on my mind, got no time for the feelings,
Every move calculated, stay ahead of the game,
From the trenches to the top, now they screamin' my name.

Running through the block gotta get anotha pack

Really going hard every beat ima legend , repping for the city ian never fuckkmg telling

(Uh uh uh )

(Yall know wtf going on , 808 JJ step the f*ck up)