MdotforMayor - The Pie lyrics

rate me

feat. Mibbs & Add-2

Just a moment I’ve been gone but now, baby, it’s on

I’m on my own clocking, I know that I take too long

Got bitches calling me soft, haters say we fell off

But they know that nothing pops in A Town if we not involved

Keep my mouth shut and got my eyes open

I’m tryna help you out like “hey, you’re fly’s open”

I’m tired of bogus niggas getting by with bogus shit

Like it’s inspiring when that shit sound like some Bobby Rosen shit

We’re back on our grind, I set rappers on my mind

I go dash all on your back and I go past you double time

I’m 100 miles and running, working like a husband

Doing absolutely fine, now I’m working on my stomach

Independent rapping and I’m working with a budget

Bust it open like the stock market and watch your money plummet

Fuck it, niggas gotta fry, snitches gotta die

Give it up, give it up, give it up the pie

I’m just tryna get my hustle and my money right

I’m tryna get my hustle and my money right

Here come that, here come that, here come that cash

Here come that, I got wax out my ass

Here come that, here come that, here come that cash

Here come that, I got wax out my ass

Woke up to the dollar bills with a foreign bitch in them Prada heels

All I think about is getting to it, only real niggas how I feel

Bitch, get some act right, I’m busy getting my cash right

Hustle hard in my past life, I ain’t slept since last night

I’m going, going, going, going hard till I flat line

Neck working on the golf course, nigga I’m on my back nine

Just landed in Turkey

Yeah, nigga, I’m that fly

Purple label, tailored shoes, I’m some hot G with a black tie

God damn it, I’m neck high, try to get my racks high

I don’t trust nobody, I see everything like a black lie

Zero to a hero, nothing towards something

Acting like De Niro, my Hugo looking lovely

I’m looking for them bitches with their own shit

Yeah, I’m ‘bout that dough, you can tell by this, go

You can tell by my clothes, holly shit, I’m fresh to death

God bless my soul

I’m just tryna get my hustle and my money right

I’m tryna get my hustle and my money right

Here come that, here come that, here come that cash

Here come that, I got wax out my ass

Here come that, here come that, here come that cash

Here come that, I got wax out my ass

I say I’m back and here we go on that trap and rap

Tryna make a crack that we living in a trap

We just tryna make hits like a nigga with a bat

And y’all don’t run, shit, you get fat

Yeah, man, y’all I mean, I mean business

Matter fact I be on that dough like a Jehovah’s Witness

But they sad when they hear a nigga spit

But they sad when a nigga get rich

Money, money, money, money make the world go round

I’m getting mine so you better get yours

Mind sharper than a switch blade

And I’m insane in the membrane

And I’m sitting by fly, one way, matter with a plane

Taking off like a sick day

What? No days off, no days off, keep ‘em in line

We stayed up, I just play hard at the play offs

Then I kill them off like Adolf, thinking y’all niggas like made off

Singing AC AGO, a wrap up band the way we go

Yeah, we go, the way we flow, tell me when I go like E for all

Mibbs in here, check, Dot in here, check, I’m Add-2, I’m on my shit like a to do list

All I get is, well you know