Tyson Mirahno - Cut 2 the Chase (feat. Jimanni)

Cut to the chase
Straight to the bag
Spend 20 racks
It don't mean nothing
I’ll still get it back
I ball in the trap oh
My nigga’s are strapped
Switch up too fast
You do the math
Run up a cheque and I got a meal
Say she want fuck but I wanna chill
Dripping on water the icy deal
Begging for bread no I never will
I ball in the trap oh
My nigga are strapped
V12 too fast
we got em mad nigga
Nigga so strapped
Put my city on the map
Pull up and i be looking like a king
Had to walk around with the stick
Gotta get my bread
Why you acting like a Lil bitch
No confetti
Racks that’s my baby
8 double 0 that’s the city
You know we get litty
You gotta pay me to see me
Count my shit up to a milli
You know i ain’t kidding
I’m bout my business
Vvs put by motherfukin dentist
I just be glossing
She likes the way that I’m flossing
I like my bitch she real thick and she bossy
Baguette shit with a slap on the wrist
Nigga so fly i done got em all pissed
I ain’t no vegan i want the beefs
I’ve been taking the shots
Man i’m never gone miss
AP on wrist
And i got more than a million ways
I bet y’all niggas can never do it like this
The flow so sick
Straight to the bag
I ain’t chasing no bitch
Counting my cheddars
I don’t need bank tellers
If it ain’t about the money
I’ma call later
Taking this shots
I’m feeling much better
I’m real motherfuckin go getter
Cut to the chase
Straight to the bag
Spend 20 racks
It don't mean nothing
I’ll still get it back
I ball in the trap oh
My nigga’s are strapped
Switch up too fast
You do the math
Run up a cheque and I got a meal
Say she want fuck but I wanna chill
Dripping on water the icy deal
Begging for bread no I never will
I ball in the trap oh
My nigga are strapped
V12 too fast
we got em mad nigga
Straight to the bag yeah
It's four in the morning
I'm up and I'm working I cannot relax
I need me a Milli I want it in cash
I got gold diggers tryna show me some ass
I might smash but I can't get attached
Bitch you know me I'm better than that
Cause I never wanna get broke
Never looked back when I got on the road
I just wanna get rich with all of my bros
They know we really been doing the most
I been dedicated every move I'm making
Fucking calculated
Got the city shaking got them bitches crazy
But some niggas hate it how we levitating to the Top now nigga chill
I Might put some ice on a chain yeah
Dripping water like a rain
My cheque on the way I don't want no delay
I been chasing paper like a fucking relay
Me and these broke niggas never relate
It's funny how they saying shit to my face
So fucking blessed I just cannot complain
I just count up the profit it goes in the safe
I'ma get to the bag no matter what it takes
This shit ain't funny so nigga just
Cut to the chase
Straight to the bag
Spend 20 racks
It don't mean nothing
I’ll still get it back
I ball in the trap oh
My nigga’s are strapped
Switch up too fast
You do the math
Run up a cheque and I got a meal
Say she want fuck but I wanna chill
Dripping on water the icy deal
Begging for bread no I never will
I ball in the trap oh
My nigga are strapped
V12 too fast
We got em mad nigga

Written by:
Emmanuel Ibrahim, Miracle Emmanuel

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