murph6s - Makin It Happen

In a two-door coupe, drivin' real fast (fast)
Ride past all them niggas, make them mad (mad)
Twelve get behind me, I'ma do the dash (dash)
Swervin' these lanes, tryin' not to crash it (yeah, oh)
The way that I got it, they thought it was magic
You was in school, a nigga, I was trappin' (yeah, oh)
Just me and my bros makin' this shit happen (yeah, oh)
Walk in the bank with a check and I cash it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get the check and I cash it right in the safe, Got designer jeans with LV on my waist
And I got your bitch, told me she wanna taste, Got a .45, put that boy in his place
If I up the pole, then I bet it's gon' drop 'em, No beatbox, if I spot 'em, then I got 'em
I'ma kill all you niggas, know I ride with them hittas, Fuck price tags, if I want it, I'ma cop it
Fuck the whip, I'ma hop on a plane, yeah, She with me cause her old nigga lame, yeah
Brody told me you hoes is the same, yeah, She just wanna fuck me for the fame, yeah
I do this shit real big, boy, I told you, Walk down on your block just like a soldier
Hear that click-clack and you know that it's over
In a two-door coupe, drivin' real fast (fast)
Ride past all them niggas, make them mad (mad)
Twelve get behind me, I'ma do the dash (dash)
Swervin' these lanes, tryin' not to crash it (yeah, oh)
The way that I got it, they thought it was magic
You was in school, a nigga, I was trappin' (yeah, oh)
Just me and my bros makin' this shit happen (yeah, oh)
Walk in the bank with a check and I cash it (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Written by:
Tré Murphy III

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