E Jake - Credit Line
Let me tell y’all n****s something manI don’t giva fuck what you done did
What you doin
Or what you finna do, nahimsayin
I’m focused on me and mines n****
Word
Look...
I ain't yearnin to fuck her
I only came thru cuz I was serving her brother
Her and her cousin, on the couch rolling up somethin
She throw me a wink, I checked but ain't come with a rubber
She shooting her shot, but it’s a brick
Cuz I ain’t done polllutin the block, I move ah brick whodi
I’m all about my cash money
And the lines of credit the banks fund me, get from me
If you ain’t talkin them power investments, Move a pound of sour in seconds
My bestfriends, need to open up some dispensaries
For centuries, America tried to keep us Blacks on our knees
But.. fuck that, cuz I’ma get a piece of this pie n****
We sellin...
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my n****s sellin)
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my Movers sellin)
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my peoples sellin)
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my Movers sellin...)
Yo so what you want? Keep it blunt
Side note, I better get it back if I give a front
Cunt, and I might charge interest
Hustling is a trade my Mover check my apprentice
Just doin his thug dizzle
Tryna cross over and dish off from drug dribbles
Bums dibble wherever the funds trickle
That’s why I keep mines in cobra clutch grip hold
Look kiddo, I ain’t nothin like ya old man
Y’all both depend on ya moms
Don’t shit on my lawn
This ain’t for no outsiders dawg, this here’s The Movement
I buy guns just hopin to never use em
I punch n****s in the face while my jewelry swangin
Dick hangin, mami tryna get a taste in Haaannn, but you and I know
There’s a few items I can sell with my eyes closed
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my n****s sellin)
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my Movers sellin)
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my peoples sellin)
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my Movers sellin...)
Anything and everything
Cats claim we did business but we ain’t ever linked
Sun I don’t rob or steal
You wanna live beyond ya means get a job in sales
Sign these deals, backyard hide my mils
And ya bitch wanna slide and feel ya heard
Stick to the script, cuz I ain’t givin dick to get rich
So when I’m done bangin plays, I can bang that clit
Bang my shit, replay and flame my hits
You wonder ‘bout my chain and wrist hahah we sellin...
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my n****s sellin)
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my Movers sellin)
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my peoples sellin)
Drugs, whips, guns, kicks, homes, clothes, beats (my Movers sellin...)
Written by:
Publisher:
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc.
Lyrics powered by Lyric Find
