Pass Around*

Man

Keep recording till the beat stop

Don't stop unless I stop it

If you miss it, just keep going

Yeah

Yeah

I feel like God blessed me with a sack so I can pass around

Mid gave me the game without no cut so I could pass it down

I can't have no smoke up out no slut who being passed around

I done spent two mil or more on clothes, I'm into fashion now

I'ma put the facts in every verse, I ain't gon cap you down

Bro believe in if I hit, he might come out in a cap and gown

We was getting them loaves, we put them bags on every side of town

Lambo' sit so low, I left the door, I'm damn near on the ground

I'm running the South, no disrespect to Tip, I need the crown

These niggas should stop, they running off of drip, they burnin' out

I'm really the bank, I play with Ms for real, I bring 'em out

I'm ready to bet it all, you call me out, I'll put it down

I put in so much work for this shit, I forget I'm the boss

I took all the hitters from the hood and put 'em in the loft

I wear Chrome Heart glasses today, I hope I see the cross

I've been hustling hard, I win so much I don't even see the loss

I got pretty bitches tryna fuck me at the same time

I just bought a wagon, bought my other half the same kind

She mad 'cause I hit her and her bestie with the same line

I'm never gonna switch up since you met me, been the same since

Focused

Came up at the store

Wasn't good at sports, so practice I ain't ever go

I started with a half a zip, I filled it to a bow

The penthouse 50 stories up, this shit from out the floor

Half a mil in twenty dollar bills, they think I'm selling blow

Come up banket on my ass, like rest in peace to Charlie Lo

You don't got cars and when you see 'em gonna handle it, it's a joke

Niggas acting like they run around Atlanta, this a no

You can't say what you gonna do to me then act like it's a joke

They don't want me in that mode, I swear I'll send 'em till I'm broke

Everybody in the race, I switched the lane so I could coast

Made four hundred off a thousand then I go and cop the Ghost

Keep my bag and make shit gross

Pay three hundred for each car wash, 24 hours, you do the math

I just know whatever club we pop out at they gonna be mad

I just hope nobody see the op, this shit gonna turn out bad

Pull up looking like the mafia, we blowing money fast

Everybody got chain, yeah

Everybody got flame in here

It ain't shit to get a lane going

Everybody in here gang going

Yeah

Yeah

Everybody in here gang going

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Everybody got chain, yeah

Everybody got flame in here

It ain't shit to get a lane going

Everybody in here gang going

Yeah

Everybody in here gang going

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Get out my way

Jade, your name on the beat

Can't help but laugh at you niggas, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah