Right Here ft. Mic Trey Lyrics

Man, I can't stop time ballin' Won't stop, still crawlin

Come on, dawg, got mouths to feed Tell the mailman quit stallin

Like my checks quick and my chick thick And every shot I take is fallin

You can kiss my ass some lipstick If it ain't money, dawg, quit calling

My time is precious, I'm always stressin' I don't wanna talk, I don't need your lecture

Fuck your president and the next election I'm up a dead press at the intersection

Fuck you, homie, pay me All this money don't make me

You just mad because you ain't me I'm postin' in my spot off safety Like, bam

In an instance, it's endless business In an interest, with a kinship spirit

With a vengeance, assistance givin' With a split that's

How can I spit this now bout to rip this

Explicit, miss with the ellipsin Consistence, kiss real, will it get ya

Only for shit now, with a flip, yeah

Bye For the script, you'll start smellin' vengeance

Mike Trey, the one with the flow The one that be keepin' it goin

We already grindin, we back in the dough I already put him on order

I'm comin, I promise, it's fast and I flow

The only way, able to show you

And not do it for you is to act like you know

How can I do this? I'm bout to rule the chop With the coolest stop, be a foolish hop

With the new shit, props while I lose this shock When I use that rock, when I move shit

I never thought of my life, a nigga was able to breathe

When I draw a line out, when I ride for the pass With the fire, with the lock and the keys

Came from the bottom, true story Had to jump, man, no Jordan

Remember, couldn't afford it, foreign cars all in my storage

Don't be actin' like you know me unless you pay me what you owe me

I split it with the team, bitch, I'm ballin' like Kobe

Had sit down, cause they can't stand me Up in New York, Marcus Camby

Cash me checks, I keep the toaster handy Then it's back to Texas, just to feed the family

All of y'all tryna play me, bitch Snakes hid, the hand, but they tail long

Get a dog with some new tricks Bet when I sit, said it's on the throne

Cause I'm king, do my thing, I'm a boss On a team, CEO, what you mean

Boy I make it head bang, gotta go for the green

Bitch, I'm back, no Billie Jean

Thoroughtbred, that's in the genes Rock the show and stuff the

Electrify a man, I give him the check I'm Messiah, got the hands in the air

Silver back, you can tell by the hair Real nigga, you can tell by the stare

Magic dog, not we don't compared

Mystical over kicks and the snare

Say it's God plan, got intentions in the air

But you lookin' for the man well the man right here

Say that you want it, my nigga, I'm on it I get it, I got it, it's gone

They thought I was dumb, I got money Young 28, I had bought my first home

Fuck what they sayin, as long as they payin' My pocket's financially strong

Congratulations, that's how we made it ain't I do this right here on my own