N2Sap - Money Vision

Hoggin up all the lanes in this
In this
In this white and
In this white and black track hawk
Huh, alright

Hoggin up all the lanes in this white and black trackhawk
Say you really bout it so you better talk that talk
Know what im on, ain't really gotta walk that walk
Lips tightened up when I step, bet you got some caulk
Aye
Paint the whole town red scribble on the pavement play chalk
Different creature in the booth this a fairytale
Yo homie sittin in jail cryin better go grab his bail
This only some of what I got to offer, not the holy grail
Put the pounds on the scale weigh as much as a whale
Think I found my flow now, hit it on the nail
Blew it in the air, after the inhale exhale
Ay
Scared boy he turnt ghost turn em so pale
Super fast with the switches like sonic tales
Wake up needin syrup not the butters worth
365 days of the year how im spinnin you can call me earth
Pocket got a lump in it look like it got some girth
Sundays I was bag chasin, not really in the church
Can understand some of my lines? go type a google search
Pulled her panties off, it smell like I was fishing perch
Brodie said drive back again thats a hella heard
Not talkin bison herds, but think my Cuban weigh as much
Unfuckwittable in the booth you cannot touch
Had to go and ice out the pendant, R.I.P to hutch
Leave you like a vegetable, put you in ah crutch
Lost some people at a young age, don't hold ah grudge
Feel like Mike Tyson with the visas, gonna throw some punches
Master type shit how im feelin Rollin wit some dutches

Gon roll you up
Wait
What the fuck
Whaaaat the fuck

Pumpkin patchin up the bullet wounds feel like Charlie Brown
King 2Sap on the mic better bestow a iced out crown
Roll up with some hell hounds and they bite don't make a sound
Feel like Chamberlin in the paint gotta get my rebound
Gun went on a diet gotta stuff some monkey in it
Pop his ass like a zit you know me and I don't quit
You ain't ready for what is to offer, you don't commit
They be like a toilet they pissed because I got that shit
Lighter flick, wit the bic, really im just pushing pedals
So many dots on yo face, think you got some freckles
Champion mindset wins, I won't stop till I got some gold medals
Think you fruity with your words you ain't got pebbles
3,2,1 You are not close you placing last huh sorry son
If im not making money im not having any fun
How we played the middle man, like between a bun
This not a team game, this a one on one
Aye
From the mitten but I know how to pop a breeze
With these Amiri pockets filled you can call me sir steez
Left his nose runny he can't stand in the cold he boutta sneeze
Left the car runnin, shit, fuck, forgot the keys
Pepperjack, colby jack, all of it I got that cheese
Me and BANOM the splash brothers puttin up some threes
Don't have to doubt my skills know we in the lead
Spin after spin this is not a drill not a DVD
Think im cracking homeruns back to back call me Ortiz
Half a halo half a horn you could say im bipolar
Trappin off the flip phone for the boof, off a Motorola
Bet you bout mad as a bitch yo girl yeah I stole her
V12 Cars overseas only motor im really pushing
Too much heat in the booth but we still cookin
No backboard only hit nets when I shoot outta Brooklyn
Mr. chef Sap in the kitchen really cooking ain't overlooking

Written by:
N2Sap, Nathan Stevens

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