Shota - Shooting Blanks

I be getting money I don't know no other move
Stack it on the table so they know my attitude
Calling up your shawty so you know I'm at it too
Mix the cup with purple so they pick up on my mood
I wish I could roll one up and everyone would leave
Live my life for one day and you would never believe
Shawty in and out and she do whatever she please
Spray that money in the air it smell like double C
Been a chink my whole life she want yellow in her throat
Take one pill for confidence and two we on the go
Imma need my space if Imma get inside my zone
Everyone do better when they finally get alone
Roll another wood and we gon let the liquor be
Passing on the joint and yeah we got it on repeat
Diamonds dancing in my dreams I'm aiming MVP
If you fucking with her lingo yeah that's compliments of me
I been known to do just what I please
Only heart I got is CDG up on my sleeve
I know it be better if you leave
So when you say you love tell me what you really mean
Tell me what it really is or tell me what it ain't
Yeah, thinking Imma big joke you gon laugh it to the bank
Nah, I be rolling big ones and I wash it down with drank
Seem like every time they got a problem they be shooting blanks
I wish I could roll one up and everyone would leave
Live my life for one day and you would never believe
Shawty in and out and she do whatever she please
Spray that money in the air it smell like double C
Run up on that beat I never stop when I'm in beast mode
Cut that coca C and I hit all my lines like free throw
Ain't no other chink I see out here do it like me though
Keep my money close I never let them see my C notes
I don't ever run I just go straight to where I see smoke
Money weigh me down I hide it in my jacket peacoat
Roll another wood I keep my mind high and my seats low
Hi my name is Shota I got everything I need hoe
I been known to do just what I please
Only heart I got is CDG up on my sleeve
I know it be better if you leave
So when you say you love tell me what you really mean
Tell me what it really is or tell me what it ain't
Yeah, thinking Imma big joke you gon laugh it to the bank
Nah, I be rolling big ones and I wash it down with drank
Seem like every time they got a problem they be shooting blanks

Written by:
Christopher Lee

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