Way 2 Easy ft. Quin NFN Lyrics

Aye we about to turn them up with this one right here

All the way up on way

Say he want smoke then we with it (Yea)

Like it's the fan that's cut on in the kitchen (Yea)

Can't worry about him while I'm racking up digits

I'm rocking this Cartier hurting my vision (Damn)

Came from the bricks I'm flexing my paper

Praying that I don't get hit by a hater (Fa-Fa-Fa)

Ask can we go out i say maybe later

Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders

I just been stacking my guala

Feel like a father she calling me papa

Step on the stage and them niggas they holler

She sit on my face and I'm drowning in water

Nigga Amiri that's all on my pants

A dollar a bundle for these rubber bands

You keep it a hundred I keep it a band

I know that they talking yo' a nigga fan

Say if it's up then it's stuck

Straight from the four and we don't give a fuck

Like he a celtic we testing his luck

Pull up in a sport fuck a Bentley truck (Skrt)

Wet his block up then we leave that shit dry

Ion really do this I'm sending my guys

What is a mouse to his daddy alive

Lil' nigga yea you a rat in my eyes aye

I'm coming straight from the bricks

We can fight to I don't care about a stick

Put a ring on it don't care about a trick

They'll mess with your brothers they thinking they slick (Haha)

Left me alone that turned my heart cold

Tinted my windows I'm on a dark road

Praying for light I got somewhere to go

I couldn't ever put trust in my bros

We put it in motion and can't double back (Oh nah)

Like Indy Five-Hundred I'm staying on track (Oh yea)

I'm hungry for winning like my name was Jack

This shit gon' go platinum I ordered my plaque

I'm from a place where competing embarrassing

Gotta' be joking it ain't a comparison

Noble like barnes but ain't talking Harrison

Know they got beef we squash it no keratin

Say he want smoke then we with it

Like it's the fan that's cut on in the kitchen

Can't worry about him while I'm racking up digits

I'm rocking this Cartier hurting my vision

Came from the bricks I'm flexing my paper

Praying that I don't get hit by a hater

Ask can we go out i say maybe later

Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders

I just been stacking my guala

Feel like a father she calling me papa

Step on the stage and them niggas they holler

She sit on my face and I'm drowning in water

Nigga Amiri that's all on my pants

A dollar a bundle for these rubber bands

You keep it a hundred I keep it a band

I know they talking yo' a nigga fan

(Uh yep)

Aye ima run out of friends before I run out of wealth

Niggas know how to be anything but they self (Yea)

And he step back and shoot it like steph

Came with brothers won't see me with nobody else (Ha)

I never asked for no help

I know these niggas be speaking on me cuz' they down bad

Tryna' down play me for bitches and still tryna fuck on a kid with yo' clown ass (Yea)

Young nigga balling like K.D. I make the money it won't never make me (Oh oh)

Drac with a drum like I'm Tay Kieth (Bow)

Pick up the score let it blow like some A.C. (Go)

Why would I stress it cuz' I'm to invested I don't gotta' chase me a bag it'll chase me

These niggas hating but I won't let it phase me (Ha)

Mentioning who don't killed tryna' fake beef (Blrtt Blrtt)

Go with you move watch it get out of hand

Aye pass niggas up but I gave em' a chance

Aye she wanna' fuck say she don't got a man but low key

Wanna' fuck cuz' I got a advance

Scooby Doo crew well hop out the van (Bow bow bow)

Street nigga still got my iron when I land (Still got my iron)

Needed some help they ain't loan me a hand

Nick Cannon lil Quin had to find him some bands (Boom boom boom)

Say he want smoke then we with it

Like it's the fan that's cut on in the kitchen

Can't worry about him while I'm racking up digits

I'm rocking this Cartier hurting my vision

Came from the bricks I'm flexing my paper

Praying that I don't get hit by a hater

Ask can we go out i say maybe later

Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders

I just been stacking my guala

Feel like a father she calling me papa

Step on the stage and them niggas they holler

She sit on my face and I'm drowning in water

Nigga Amiri that's all on my pants

A dollar a bundle for these rubber bands

You keep it a hundred I keep it a band

I know they talking yo' a nigga fan