Malc G - Highway Music

Aye, Jeezy, Jeezy, Jeezy, look
I know I'm a real threat, these fake niggas envy all my moves and shit, I'm still blessed
They can't stop my motion, I'm on green light, none my wheels rust, highway music
By the way, I heard y'all had fake money in y'all vid, I got a real check

Jeezy had them blues since he wore trues and had a lil' sense
Couple dollars, if she do it right, might pay a lil' rent
Home sweet home, that's how I feel when I'm in the booth
Got the brain, she got lots of wisdom, I might pull a tooth

Timmy Turner, I don't make no wishes, but I'll get him poofed
Hot pursuit, when I'm chasing loot, give that bitch to boot
Timberland, niggas say they steppin' well I'm in the land, ain't see a soul
They be talkin' halal when we see him, they get Pita-rolled

I can't act for shit, my life a movie, I don't need a role
Told my new bitch, stay naked, baby, you don't need a robe
They hate for no reason though, I seen that that boy don't get no pape, so I might feed lil' bro
If it's smoke, this thot gon' send a drop, told her I need the low

She like smokin' Zaza, don't want money, said she need a O
My bro, shh, caught a body like he Bishop, he got lots of juice
If he see, shh, he gon' do what he was gon' do to Q
If you see Malc Gezzy out of town, might see me in the coupe

Niggas out here beggin' for the sauce, cause they ain't in the loop
Closed the membership, no new recruits, but we got plenty ties
Had a hoe one time that had no standards, she'll fuck any guy
Tried to hold my hand, so I ran off and had to sanitize

Please don't go invite me to your function, less my mans could slide
Please don't go invite me to your party, less my gang could come in
Call my nigga, shh, he came with nothin', but he takin' somethin
Lil' bitch on BC, I gave her cream pies, I was bakin' somethin

Real niggas always have my back, y'all niggas fake for frontin
I know I'm a real threat, these fake niggas envy all my moves
And shit, I'm still blessed, they can't stop my motion
I'm on green light, none of my wheels rust, highway music

By the way, I heard y'all had fake money in y'all vid, I got a real check
Gezzy had them blues since he wore trues and had a lil' sense
Couple dollars, if she do it right, might pay a lil' rent
Home sweet home, that's how I feel when I'm in the booth

Got the brain, she got lots of wisdom, I might pull a tooth
Timmy Turner, I don't make no wishes, but I'll get him poofed
Hot pursuit, when I'm chasin' loot, give that bitch to boot
Timberland, niggas say they steppin' well I'm in the land

Ain't ain't see a soul, they be talkin' halal
When we see him, they get Pita rolled
I can't act for shit, my life a movie, I don't need a role
Told my new bitch, stay naked, baby, you don't need a robe

Written by:
Malcolm Thomas

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