Sir Michael Rocks - You know what lyrics

rate me

She follow me, callin’ me, all on my dick dick dick dick

Tuckin’ my money and thinkin’ hide it, I get with this bitch

Maybe it’s cuz I’m a general, I roll that swisher in all of my interviews

Maybe it’s cuz of the clicko, the brokers call me amigo

I’m ringin’ a vibe and I’m tryna get right but that’s steady keep thinkin’ to pass

God forgive me I’m chasin’ the cash

The end of the road when you run out of gas

Your money thin, could probly fit it in the paperclip

Back overseas I know the nigga you was stationed with

He said you went and squeezed a tittie in a breast work

Smoking reefer leaves out of my bag and feel my chest sore

Ice work best for sniffin’ mali of a chess board

Your money coming next year, you’d like to be my x4

Grant me the serenity to get with haters

Do me a favor and never try to do me no favors

I’m getting major and my homie uncle plays along

Coke blazin’ Ramon, blow straight to the dome

(So low) Of mali and a pint of lean

Walkin’ to the party off in hella beaches

(So what?) That criss on the clicko, 6 cellphones bought me 3 hoes

(So what?) Some car boy that hold key

The kush guy personally know me

(You know what) We wake up in the riches

And go to sleep fuckin’ with these bitches

It’s 2 girls at the same time, asses like the same size

Not from the same place but they both got the same jog

And they kick with the clique, sayin’ with these different paint jobs

And lord have mercy on them, amen – nigga praise God

I’m stumblin’ off the Benz, hell up in, comin’ through that check

Show that boy fat oochie in my hair, show that you respect

What I’m tryna speak cuz real power is the people

In the chapel of cathedral, smokin’ packets of the lethal

And I’m fuckin’ with them thumbs and it’s practically illegal

I’ve been crackin’ credit cards fast as you can crack your window

Uh, I’m feelin’ like I’m on the dose when I meditate

Put 2 arms up in this ho, it’s like the letter 8

The crib got a couple of levels like the wedding cake

My old hoes trippin’ on me cuz I’m in a better place

But I ain’t trippin’, no, that patty shit reciprocal

The difference between niggas who be getting it ain’t getting low

(So low) Of mali and a pint of lean

Walkin’ to the party off in hella beaches

(So what?) That criss on the clicko, 6 cellphones bought me 3 hoes

(So what?) Some car boy that hold key

The kush guy personally know me

(You know what) We wake up in the riches

And go to sleep fuckin’ with these bitches