Te Weez - Call Me Greezy

How the fuck you mess up your whole hand, you had it easy, yea
I could buy another bitch again, that shit so easy, yea
Fuck a bitch, then fuck her friend, that's why they call me Greezy, yea
(Te Greezy) yeah yeah yeah
Tried to put you on some game Told you money over fame
Stack up that chicken and stay out of prison
Get some houses in ya name
Find a spot that's out the way at least
Brand new foreign purchase, ain't no lease
Lost some people but I gained some reach
Found myself and then became a beast
Trip, fall, bounce back in a second
I just came back from finessin'
Gettin' all that packy in the package
It's for the low we not taxin'
The way that young nigga be blackin', like Michael Blackson
But, it's no actin', we bout that action
Most of my homies assassins (yea)
Diamonds on me dance and sing, Michael Jackson
Copped a rollie selling wings like I'm Aston
Martin my apartment, chillin' with two baddies
Told 'em got more orders we gon' need more addys
My bitch look like Gina, big head with a fatty
Told her friend to "get to steppin'" like she Pam
And I plenty bitches steady gettin' at me
Told 'em "fuck the pussy, money make me happy"
Yea, daughter make me happy
Smiling ear to ear every time she see her daddy
Told her got some clones that's tryna be her daddy
"Tried to beat me, they cannot defeat your daddy"
Yea, I been where it's sunny
Pocket full of money, cop it if I want it
Bought a brand new coupe, could drop it if I wanted
Master with the P's, bitch, I just did a hundred
(I just did a hundred)
(Master with the P's, bitch, I jus did a hundred)

Written by:
Te Weez

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