MondreM.A.N. - Atta Boy lyrics

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Pockets getting fatter, boy

Now go remote, everybody scatter, boy

Back to the kitchen, whipping cake, batter boy

Come get a platter, boy, atta boy

Pockets getting fatter, boy

Now go remote, everybody scatter, boy

Back to the kitchen, whipping cake, batter boy

Come get a platter, boy, atta boy

On the six with some killers smoking killa

Eyes lower than the bottom of a letter

I’m throwing it in a blotter, atta boy

I’m from…

I eat there when I wanna, we smoking marijuana

50s on the corner and we still copping on it

I’m thankful for the deal, Lord forgive me for my sins

But I gotta eat, some money coming in

So I’mma keep my head up and my eyes wide

As she gonna keep her bread up and slide up on your thigh

This ain’t no play play, this here my way of life

I’m outside, inside, catching plays, getting fly

Let her die, working five, these niggas I was last night

Model in, who act like they don’t know the guy

When you got something it’s a new story

So I’mma stay brand new, you buck niggas boring

Mashing my nuts, signals now work the far religion every Thursday

…niggas in the building, youngin’ spitting before I could take a picture for the lights in

Had to move ‘em with no wheels but we got a ride

Jerseys and tapers, stay down with a 50 fold of paper

Now we pour up and toss the … with the TAX

Smoke keef, won’t sweat, catch a flight with check

Just do it like check, can’t be slipping this check, make damage too late

Gotta get more checks …

Like it gotta happen this way, time being late could be next who I pray

Missing days, forgetting ‘cause this play got me up here, your face when I see her

Call that makeup right there

Roll that green up, roll that sticky…I ain’t dippy

These type of trees get you whacked up in my city

Day was looking dumb ass ugly but now my feeling pretty

…got me ready for fight, you never done it but around us you’ll be destined to try

A bunch of winners fucking money, broad never did live

My girls winner, says she loving the competitor type

The nastier and the shadiest, I skeet so with the craziest

They got it out for everyone, keep ‘em out of my radius

I go hard with my brains, boy … like writing all my pages with a tip until my pages split

Keep working, every day I be recording, dream over for live, fuck everything that’s not important

Pinch by what you live or your life could end up shortened

Money is the mission, I don’t think I be important

To the top of the stairs, got the cops everywhere for all them niggas getting shots in the air

They dropping … stopping and stare

If it’s not involving my family, then I’m not gonna care

Atta boy, from the city to the town, down to stay low

I know a lot of niggas that’s strapped up like sandals

More head than Rambo, lighting them up like candles

None of you understand, no, bodies can get dismantled

Right where the sewer at, fuck around, blew a pad

Hustle for that grand, man, none of my niggas new to that

Right where the sewer at, fuck around, blew a pad

Hustle for that grand, man, none of my niggas new to that

My advice, stay high, shady rays on top

My nigga squad is a god to the nots, Jay DaVinci in the building

Throw a prayer, we gonna rock

Al Jieh got the heaters, I don’t think he gonna stop

Pockets getting fatter, boy

Now go remote, everybody scatter, boy

Back to the kitchen, whipping cake, batter boy

Come get a platter, boy, atta boy

Pockets getting fatter, boy

Now go remote, everybody scatter, boy

Back to the kitchen, whipping cake, batter boy

Come get a platter, boy, atta boy