Smoke Dza

Smoke Dza - Decisions lyrics

rate me

feat. NYMLo & Al-Doe

[Hook]

How can I, trust somebody else?

If I can’t, trust myself with all this dough

It’s time, time to get oh, oh, oh

I wake up, get cash

Spend a little, put a little in the stash

I wake up, get cash

On the road to riches trying not to crash

I’m in the coupe with the bigfoot

So I call the sasquatch with the rack top

But I’m from the half nots and the back blocks

Where we made the ave hot with the black tops

Pat raw, mad shots to the last drops

Bad bitch, ass shots, call her last stop

Cause we run trains on it till we pass out

I’m tryina run the game homie till I cash out

Look, you know me though, young cockito

Very big ego, burning through c notes

That I just won from a friendly game of ceelo

Yeah you know who I be, look

[Hook]

How can I, trust somebody else?

If I can’t, trust myself with all this dough

It’s time, time to get oh, oh, oh

I wake up, get cash

Spend a little, put a little in the stash

I wake up, get cash

On the road to riches trying not to crash

The winners know we paid, keep the press to the press

Special led, I got it made

But still hit the dresser, when it’s pressure, I get it sprayed

We playing choose checkers, that’s something for second grade

We giving out grades, nigga you look filth

Talking bout the moths, my road is on silk

All white ghost that’s all glass of milk

Henny printy sippin with memory on tilt

Fly nigga, no kilt

Champagne spilt, till it’s all gone

Them guns all drawn,

Latin king, got my black & yellow 4’s on

We taking pictures from singers niggas, that’s life

I took a roochie to loubie to get christ tight

[Hook]

How can I, trust somebody else?

If I can’t, trust myself with all this dough

It’s time, time to get oh, oh, oh

I wake up, get cash

Spend a little, put a little in the stash

I wake up, get cash

On the road to riches trying not to crash

I push rhymes like waves

Break bread I got them things just in acse

Or get that nigga plug

Really fucking connect that means I can get you touched

I guess stupid is what stupid does

Red rose like I’m vito, get in line if you wanna talk to the boss

Nigga, you spend your ree up in clubs

Look at you, could tell you never got money before, it’s pitiful

Nigga I’m all bout this, I don’t need a scale

Cause I hop on ounces

I ain’t a nigga with diamond yeh

Cause ain’t nobody got time for that

[Hook]

How can I, trust somebody else?

If I can’t, trust myself with all this dough

It’s time, time to get oh, oh, oh

I wake up, get cash

Spend a little, put a little in the stash

I wake up, get cash

On the road to riches trying not to crash.

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