The Smooth Kind

[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, uh

Yeah (Idea comin' for the 808)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Nigga see how I'm comin'

Yeah (Man, uh, good job, uh)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I know it's winter time and I'm bringin' that motherfuckin' drop out (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, goddamn)

Nigga, I gives no fucks, good job

[Verse 1]

I'm a dough spender, top dropper

Big watch-er, bitch knocker, better watch her (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm a big chiefer, big houser

Whole lotta enchilada, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

You a ho, real ho

Good smoke what I blow, yeah (Uh)

Whole thangs, elbows

Esses and El Co's, yeah (Ayy)

Hold on, hold on, I need that

All hundreds, blue stacks, yeah

Hold on, hold on, I'm past that

That’s old news, you can have that (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I like money, gold, cars, clothes

Blocks, stoves, chops, hoes (Ayy)

Black, snow, dubs, fours

MACs, 40s, knot on me, good job

[Chorus]

Lеt me tell you 'bout this nigga, how he got it out thе trap

Two cell phones workin' every time it's comin' back

All I know is go-mode, I put Reggie on the strap

Oh, you ready? Where you at? I be where the money at

Too much money on my mind, I can't stress about some cat

I got shit up on my schedule, I know I can make it back

Put my city on the map, I got semi on my—

And I move like a— I'm a smooth mother— (Good job)

[Verse 2]

I'm a big stacker, hoes know (Ayy)

I'm a real-real, if you didn't know (Ayy)

I'ma bend corner with good pole (Ayy)

I'ma ice wrist like shit swole (Ayy-ayy)

I'ma get money, for shit sure (Shit sure)

I'ma walk in with clip pokin' (The good kind)

I'ma check trap 'til there's no more (Not at all, nothing)

I'ma talk to her, give a bitch hope (Ayy)

I'm a Range dipper, paint dripper

Flip-screen-er, Macarena (Keep goin', numbers), yeah (Good job)

Hold on, hold on, too P-er

Too cleaner, had to clean up (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Nigga from Frisco, Oakland, Reno, Portland

Trap, corporate, buckets, Porsches (Ayy)

Mansions, jets, FNs, TECs

He left and wrecked, now he upping that check (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]

Let me tell you 'bout this nigga, how he got it out the trap

Two cell phones workin' every time it's comin' back

All I know is go-mode, I put Reggie on the strap

Oh, you ready? Where you at? I be where the money at

Too much money on my mind, I can't stress about some cat

I got shit up on my schedule, I know I can make it back

Put my city on the map, I got semi on my—

And I move like a— I'm a smooth mother— (Good job)

[Outro]

(Shit, man, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

(God damn, shit, damn, good job, sock it to me)

(Man, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

(Damn, uh, ayy)