CityBoi Base - Innit 4 Good

Let me hear that
Aye
I said I'm in this shit for good go put my name up on a blimp
Why you call him your big brother you could never Mount him
I had to hold my brother up when everybody doubted him
They always told me money talk that's why my Pockets hollerin'
Now everybody want to talk to da Base (Ian hearing it)
It ain't bout da money get the fuck up out my face (Ian feeling it)
One phone call (Woo) bet 4 them on the way
Before he feel me I bet he feel the crimson trace, aye
Tell that boy to grow a pair it's Like these niggaz turnin simp
My dawg just went and copped a pair it got him walkin' wit a limp
And I am not a pump faker made the shot my first attempt
But this right here a breath taker like the dance around the rim
Cuz i'm the keeper of my of my brudda (Woo)
Play with da money like it's flubber
We was laughin' at the junkies hit the dope and do the shuffle (Aye aye)
Watch the feet no need to stumble
On the field no need to fumble (Damn damn)
Crakas' through him out the ring I guess the block a royal rumble (Damn damn)
You a dash man dash man, do the dash then (Do the dash then)
Wen I pull up on yo bitch I turn Base the smash man (Woo)
Ima bag man bag, man get the racks in
Thumbin threw a check of benjamin's gave Base the rash hands
I said I'm in this shit for good go put my name up on a blimp
Why you call him your big brother you could never Mount him?
I had to hold my brother up when everybody doubted him
They always told me money talk thats why my Pockets hollerin'
I said I'm in this shit for good go put my name up on a blimp
Why you call him your big brother you could never Mount him?
I had to hold my brother up when everybody doubted him
They always told me money talk thats why my Pockets hollerin'

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CityBoi Base

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