Mr.International ft. G-MIKE Lyrics

Mr.International

Havin Cash

NewWe$t

MoneyBags

Haters hate you mad

Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah

Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man

I'm Mr. International life is like A crash course

Niggas want beef boy I'll give you What you ask for it's either him or Me

Sipping Champagne and Hennessey I'm on my Pac tip when i ride on my Enemies

I'm Mr. International life is like a Crash course

Niggas want beef boy I'll give you What you ask for it's either him or Me

I'm in the trap spot rollin belly blunts

Wit a Chocolate Keisha off belly With a belly gun yeah

Tattooed on her face but kind of sexy Huh yeah

On the phone with the plug he Jamaican huh yeah

Diamonds in my ears and my Bracelets huh all gold Trinidad

Sliding in Mercedes huh Benz

Out here making ends fuck friends

Only got a few of them niggas know How to pretend damn

I guess they only call you when they Need it

And I'm the type to call it how I see it and I don't really need it

My momma be like boy you need Some Jesus

Cuz a nigga fresh to death, thank the Lord and grab the heater everyday

In the kitchen just whipping it like a Chemist

Avoiding niggas that's frivolous

Acting just like some bitches

A player plays his position and never Knocked off his pivot

Potential snitches be wit it

Until they find out that sentence Nigga

Baby I'm a businessman, all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man

I'm Mr.International, life is like A crash course

Niggas want beef boy, I'll give you What you ask for, it's either him or Me

Sipping Champagne and Hennessey I'm on my Pac tip when i ride on my Enemies

I'm Mr.International, life is like a Crash course

Niggas want beef boy, I'll give you what you ask for, it's either him or Me

All eyes on my Legacy

I wonder when they bury me a G, Who gone carry me when I'm gone

Cuz my circle so small I'd rather be Alone

Gun came wit a safety button, I don't Leave it on damn

My bitch look like Nia Long from First Friday

I'm on the 110 getting head on the Highway

These niggas Politicking still ain't Make it out the driveway

I went from nickel and dime weight, To needing y'all weight

Trying to go from look at tht Wraith To peep my Wraith

Tired of braking into your safe to Feed my safe yeah

Young EastSide baby's in this bitch

She said, judging by your lingo I can Tell that you're a Crip

I said fuc the judge and D.A cuz I Never gave a shit

I just blew a couple thousand on Some medicated shit

Shit, niggas in the pen talking bout Turf wars

Ya baby momma in the Hood ryding on surfboards nigga damn

Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man I'm Mr.International life is like A crash course

Niggas want beef boy I'll give you What you ask for it's either him or Me

Sipping Champagne and Hennessey I'm on my Pac tip when i ride on my Enemies

I'm Mr.International life is like a Crash course

Niggas want beef boy I'll give you What you ask for it's either him or Me

I just want the cash

Baby where tha stash

On dat ass I'll pass for now

But later I'll smash im a dog on dat Ass

Young fly ass

Business man havin cash

On my pac shit

Bomb first on my enemies

Bomb lil bitch on my hip

Bitch roll tha weed

I ain't neva lost suka

All I know is succeed

Homie on the line, Mac inn

What tha lick read?

Fuk a bitch mean I ain't clean I'm lit

Might take a trip

Worldwide I'm sick

Get ya money don't trip

Don't trip get ya money

Ain't a damn thing funny

Sometimes it ugly it ain't always Sunny

We just lost another homie

Life is just a crash course, buckle up Brodie

Choking on cake, eyes low, feeling Holy

Haters gone hate, fuk I feel like Kobe

Going out shooting Muthafukas Don't know me

Baby I'm a businessman, all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man

I'm Mr. International, life is like A crash course

Niggas want beef boy, I'll give you What you ask for, it's either him or Me

Sipping Champagne and Hennessey I'm on my Pac tip when i ride on my Enemies

I'm Mr.International, life is like a Crash course

Niggas want beef boy, I'll give you What you ask for, it's either him or Me