Mike Dimes and Joey Bada$$ - HATCHBACK
(Zombie on the track)I can get it gone in a blink (stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink (trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet (black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (rap money)
Brother used to hide a hunnid grams in the hatchback
Partner used to bust a couple scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the bands 'cause her ass fat
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that
Nigga, where the cash at?
Put the money in the middle (middle)
Boy, I just solved a riddle for this pound cake
Giggles, now I see niggas fiddle all around me (straight up)
He little, my head was on a swivel (swivel)
He was pushin' a rental (a rental), ain't it coincidental? (On God)
He ain't really talkin' money, who he talkin' to?
Homie-hoppin' niggas need a pimp, they all some prostitutes (ho-ass nigga)
I can charge a band to get a glimpse of what I'm 'bout to do ('bout to do, bitch)
Baby talkin' shit to every bitch 'bout what they oughta do (pillow talk)
My nigga, I ain't trippin' off nothin', my name is topic discussion (topic of discussion)
If I give them attention, they all would prolly start blushin' (ha)
The pussy, power and hunnids, the only thing that I'm crushin' on (crushin' on)
Bona fide, stood on everything that I stepped on, nigga
I can get it gone in a blink (stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink (trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet (black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (rap money)
Brother used to hide a hunnid grams in the hatchback
Partner used to bust a couple scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the bands 'cause her ass fat (uh)
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that (Badmon)
Nigga, where the cash at?
They couldn't see me comin' with binoculars (yeah)
Even if they did, tell me, who the fuck was stoppin' us? (Nobody)
The opps just keep poppin' up (uh), cops tryna lock us up (yeah)
Went outside the picture, but it ain't no deal, they croppin' us, nigga
Sorry, officer (uh), I'm a hood philosopher
.223s and the chopper open all the chakras up
The block is hotter than molten lava, check your thermometers
These rats is synonymous to climates in Guatemala, bruh
Bet your bottom dollar your favorite rapper'll get devoured (yeah)
Sign his death certificate quick, like, "Sayonara" (yeah)
In fact, it's better if he quit and save himself a problem (yeah)
He ain't got a chance to solve 'em
Tell me, "Get him," and he gone in a blink (stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink (trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet (black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (rap money)
Brother used to hide a hunnid grams in the hatchback
Partner used to bust a couple scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the bands 'cause her ass fat
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that
Nigga, where the cash at?
Written by:
Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Michael Goode Jr., William M. Coleman
Publisher:
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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