[Intro: Kenny Muney]
Yeah
You think they talking about you, you ain't doing nothing
Put it in their face like K, nigga
(DrumGod on the 808)
[Chorus: Kenny Muney]
If you give that pussy to a basic nigga, then you're basic
If your Rolex don't keep rollin', then my nigga, that's fugazi
And my shoes, they cost too much to bend over that bitch you chasing
And she still gon' rap my songs inside her head, you changed the station
And you always gon' be broke, so like that blunt, you need to face it
You can't hide intimidation, Stevie Wonder, see you hating
I'm the shit, my nigga, face it, bustdown braclets and big faces
This shit ain't up for no debating, I'm the shit, my nigga, face it
[Verse 1: Kenny Muney]
What's a major deal? I ran it up by taking Cali trips
They thought I was gone, I caught them charging with lil dad and them
Muney keep on turning up, I know them niggas mad at him
Diamonds dancing, fresh as fuck, them bitches keep on grabbing him
Still take pictures with them racks, and all my haters say it's dull
100K, in all cash, and ain't no nigga taking none
I been feeling like the best since I was young I'm like LeBron
I've been feeling like I'm on ring, she let me lay across her tum'
Hey, I showed you niggas how to leave the hood and be a vet'
And I showed my bitches how to leave a broke boy where he is
Chase a check, don't chase no sex, now all my women see me less
I've been sleeping for the dead, so I ain't looking for no rest
My hoe being pressed, now she getting undressed
Big route, VVS, costing like a check
Wood grain like a dish, she want to taste it
She stripping with her ladies, I'm the shit, my nigga face it
[Chorus: Kenny Muney & Young Dolph]
If you give that pussy to a basic nigga, then you're basic
If your Rolex don't keep rollin', then my nigga, that's fugazi
And my shoes, they cost too much to bend over that bitch you chasing
And she still gon' rap my songs inside her head, you changed the station
And you always gon' be broke, so like that blunt, you need to face it
You can't hide intimidation, Stevie Wonder, see you hating
I'm the shit, my nigga, face it, bustdown braclets and big faces
This shit ain't up for no debating, I'm the shit, my nigga, face it (Uh huh, yeah yeah)
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Smoke a blunt, count the money, smoke a runts, motor running
I just left from London, picking up some backends (Backends)
Riding polar bear, white and black Benz (Whoo)
All I ever had was family, I ain't got friends (Hell nah)
Quick to play a bitch like miss Pacman (Damn)
Catch me in the trap, that's where I'm at, man (Trap)
Dolph, what's all that shit around your neck man? (Bling)
That's a check, man, no flex, man (No cap)
Got married to the streets, and Ben Frank my best man (Whoo)
I might smack a bitch nigga with my left hand (Ay, ay)
Smoking lemon on the yacht, while my bitch getting a tan (Yeah)
[Chorus: Kenny Muney]
If you give that pussy to a basic nigga, then you're basic
If your Rolex don't keep rollin', then my nigga, that's fugazi
And my shoes, they cost too much to bend over that bitch you chasing
And she still gon' rap my songs inside her head, you changed the station
And you always gon' be broke, so like that blunt, you need to face it
You can't hide intimidation, Stevie Wonder, see you hating
I'm the shit, my nigga, face it, bustdown braclets and big faces
This shit ain't up for no debating, I'm the shit, my nigga, face it
