Jmarley - Dead Presidents

Jump off planes and make moves
Treat it like a chess game gotta keep it cool
I'm a hustler I'm trying to bubble I want a profit
Stay away from silly ass niggas talking non sense
They hella foolish and niggas stupid and really losing while I'm out here dropping music
You on the same ole shit I'm with a cute bitch
She got on Tory Burch sandals on some cute shit
Too many people in your ear you need a Q-tip
I'm on a vibrant thang like I was Q-tip
I get a pack and bust it down and watch it do flips
You play with mines I got a Mac to make yo crew flip
You going crazy over pussy cause you too whipped
Pull out a knot i fuck around and have yo boo strip
Man I can't stand a extra hoe that think she too hip
Girl I wouldn't tell yo ass a thing cause you got loose lips
I like lil moma cause she Thurl and got her shit straight
She turn around and drop that ass like it's a mixtape
You got a big ole ass booty but that shit fake
Man it be feeling like my birthday when I get cake
Ain't no money in yo pocket and that's evident
I'm like Larenz Tate I want them dead presidents
When you steady on the grind man it ain't shit to it
If you talking about some money then let's get to it
Make it to the top shit that's the Object
We on the move and niggas slowing down the process
But if you really wanna shine then it ain't shit to it
We just trying to get this money so let's get to it
I don't make songs I drop classics
Treating err track like it's my mother fuckin last hit
You steady hogging with the ball you need to pass it
I got this big ole forty on me and it's plastic
I'm setting trends you follow suit then watch the swag switch
Boo ain't no sense of chilling if you gone get mad quick
That's why I'm treating err female like my last bitch
These dudes be acting like a nigga that ain't had shit
Why you faking for these people cause you ain't ballin
Shit i'm a problem to these niggas but they can't solve it
Let me dive into some pussy I'm a straight dog it
Then grab my phone and block her number so she can't call it
I was smoking in a cell and lacing honey with it
And if you wanna kill a nigga get some money with it
Why you playing with the coochie acting funny with it
Man Matter fact forget these hoes I'm on a money mission
Ain't no money in yo pocket and that's evident
I'm like Larenz Tate I want them dead presidents
When you steady on the grind man it ain't shit to it
If you talking about some money then let's get to it
Make it to the top shit that's the Object
We on the move and niggas slowing down the process
But if you really wanna shine then it ain't shit to it
We just trying to get this money so let's get to it

Written by:
Jerome Hill

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