P. Kellz - Serve It

Phone jumping off the meter
Orders coming back to back
Pedal to the floor
Dat pack got me counting racks nigga
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
You can never compare me to lames
Money is the mission
I can never sit down on my ass
I'm working like a bitch uhh
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it

Orders coming back to back
My nigga got dem packs on packs
Spend it come back double
All of a sudden we got racks on racks
Get up early morning
Going to get it it ain't gone come to you
Pedal to the floor
My nigga hit it cuz dey tryna spend it
Real boss shit
Learn ya lesson making big investments
Y'all making sloppy moves
We playing chess y'all playing checkers
Kellz how ya do it
I can't tell ya baby this a secret
Setting high goals don't care what kind long as we can meet em
No time for excuses
I can't hang wit no losers
Straight hustlers in my circle
Kick em out if they useless
Being savage without being a savage
Money pool we gotta have it
All I talk is money
Sorry baby this is hustler habits

Phone jumping off the meter
Orders coming back to back
Pedal to the floor
Dat pack got me counting racks nigga
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
You can never compare me to lames
Money is the mission
I can never sit down on my ass
I'm working like a bitch uhh
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it

Keep on knocking at da door
Paranoid I grabbed my gun
But I gotta answer
Cuz scared money make none
Just A nigga spending money
Now you speaking my language
Pushing for dem M's with this rap shit
That's how i'm aiming
Haters steady watch a nigga win
I know it make em angry
Take this shit as motivation
Link up we could all be having
Pitch in on a bag make a killing we could all be stacking
Push each other to da max
We could all make it rapping
Small minded world
I just gotta keep pushing
Making my children happy
Make sure my baby good looking
Keep her dripped out shit expensive We don't do wolfing
That's why I go hard wit dat sack And this rap shit I do it Yea Yeahh

Phone jumping off the meter
Orders coming back to back
Pedal to the floor
Dat pack got me counting racks nigga
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
You can never compare me to lames
Money is the mission
I can never sit down on my ass
I'm working like a bitch uhh
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it
Pack it up serve it

Written by:
Patrick Kelly

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