Ray Vaughn - Mannequin

Cashing million dollar checks, but I got top ramen in the microwave
Back then it didn't register, and now it's seven figures like a license plate
Mama tell me that she proud of me everyday 'cause I ain't throw my life away
My environment was in the lion's den
But now my life a movie like Lion's Gate
The girl of my dreams was sleeping on a air mattress
She give fire head, I'm slayin' dragons
I put Daytons on a band wagon
A delinquent with his pants saggin'
Money funny, had my friends laughin'
I'm the living proof it can happen
Fuck the IRS 'cause I ain't paying taxes, bitch
Look, my cousin just got rich off EDD 'cause she finesse
It's a crack house 'round the corner, now she using the address
They put, on the hood 'cause he was easily impressed
See how he walk around with sticks, make people think that he protest
They took L's before their ego and they dying for they block
All these L's, that's a hand, start to look like three o'clock
He killed, gave him life, damn, they tricked him out his spot
The only reason that he parked 'em, he was goin' through a lot

I'm a fool for some chicken and some candied yams (ayy)
Keep a tool in the city like a handyman (yeah)
Fuck school, all my niggas gettin' ten a gram (bitch)
Block boy, see a opp, then it's man to man
Block that bitch, she postin' sonograms (yeah)
I don't wanna see her with that man again (yeah)
Ooh, he's a nobody, he's a mannequin (mannequin)
All I do is win, I'm a champion

Mama said, "When you get in here, don't touch shit
'Cause you ain't gonna get it"
Mama said, "When you get in here, don't ask me for shit
'Cause you ain't gon' get it, nigga"

You look good when I fuck, I'ma act like the condom broke
Fucking bitches through the boxer hole
Make her catch feelings then it's vaminos
I'm a hood nigga playing dominos
Trapping but I still got honor roll
It's a house party full of hoes, everybody with me gotta pour
The fuck outta my face, nigga (the fuck out my face)
No discounts on no eights, nigga
I'm loked up on tape, nigga
This ain't mansion, it's estate bitch, nigga
Calabasas full of hooligans, white folks scared we moving in
Calling me from the pen', saying shit that he would do again
Niggas asking me where I been, I just pulled up in a newer Benz
With a bird but I flew her in, and she said her name was

(Why?) bitches know I'm him, I'm the top gun
You ain't the only one who got options (options)
As far as one of them, I am not one (I am not one)
As far as one of them, I am

I'm a fool for some chicken and some candied yams (ayy)
Keep a tool in the city like a handyman (yeah)
Fuck school, all my niggas gettin' ten a gram (bitch)
Block boy, see a opp, then it's man to man
Block that bitch, she postin' sonograms (yeah)
I don't wanna see her with that man again (with that man)
Ooh, he's a nobody, he's a mannequin (mannequin)
All I do is win, I'm a champion

Mama said, "When you get in here, don't touch shit
'Cause you ain't gonna get it"
Mama said, "When you get in here, don't ask me for shit
'Cause you ain't gon' get it, nigga"

When we get up in here
I dare you, you better not touch shit
You better not look at shit
And you better not as me for shit
The first one to knock over any fuckin' canned goods, I'm fucking you up
You can scream all you want, I'm still gon' fuck you up
Try me

Written by:
Rayvon Welch

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