Reminiscing

[Intro: MIKE]

Ohh, shit (Ayy, Tony)

(Dylvinci got the code)

Yeah

[Verse 1: MIKE]

I ain't rollin' outside, but I was, you know I'm too ugly to be out in the function

You know niggas get sour for money, I'm throwin' it out and I'm screamin' out, ''Fuck it''

I got schemes for my G's out in London

She a fiend, I don't think that I want it

I be leavin' the house for a month, I be needin' the cuts, give me all the substance

Yeah, we sleaze, niggas be seekin', keepin' that heat for them niggas that frontin'

Margiela sneaker, our niggas geek, turn to a creature, she get to jumpin'

She think I'm unique, call me a freak when I be beatin' and she get to bustin'

They see me eatin', niggas disgusted

Trust, if he see me, he fleein', he runnin'

They talkin' shit, always keep with a hundred

Big muscles, bitch, I could squeeze you an onion

We got the eats like a beefer or somethin'

You keep gettin' beat, boy, you need you a gun

Stay on my feet, I ain't leavin' for nothin'

Yeah, I stay on my feet, I ain't leavin' for nothin'

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]

But I might hit it and leave her

Money, it's fallin' like leaves, I run up the meter

Pockets was dry like I leave in the sun (Sun)

She come with the neck and she leave when she done

I need all the bags, I ain't leavin' you nothin' (Ha)

My bro play the–

Uh, my bro play cut like a needle (Like a needle)

Stay with that iron like Cheadle

Shorty keep eyein' my cheese, I ran away fast like a cheetah (I'm out)

Jattic, it's blastin' my speakers (Jattic)

They know my name in my city, I'm feelin' like Jeter

Lil' shorty bad, so she be on some bossy shit (Boss shit)

And she got diamonds like Tyler, they water whippin' (Water)

She got money, she hard to get (Baddie)

How they don't understand? It ain't hard to get it (Hard to get it)

I was in the Benz thing with the windows tinted

I just got a new bag and they reminiscin' (Woah)

They gon' be your best friend if you beneficial (Woah)

But this shit be so funny like Eddie Griffin (Ha)

Too official, I'm real to my skeleton

She got Margiela, money, and melanin (Hey)

I need M's in the bank like I'm stutterin'

M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m

I need M's in the bank like I'm stutterin' (Hey)