Ketchup Curren$y & Fuse

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ain't gon' waste time
Uh

[Verse]
Dig this, first off
Niggas really ain't boss
Niggas really more bitch
Niggas really ain't rich
They for sure ain't this
'Cause this the shit
And this my life
And this my wrist
And this on ice
And I'm so nice
Behind the mic
Or underneath these lights
Or behind the wheel
I display my skills
Hit the switch in the six-four, her water spill
But she ain't drop the weed, so she cool in here
And I'm cool as fuck and she kind of scared
She might say too much and I might think she weird
But I think she dope, but she livin' in her hair so much
Baby girl, givе that up, let it go
East side, ride low
Expеctations high that I'm gon' shine anywhere that I roll
Hammers tucked in the flannels, money in the floor
The label suggested the scandal might help you promote
You fell for the bait, you picked up the soap
You rearranging dates, project on hold
So long, niggas don't even wanna hear the shit no more
Hands high
Hell nah, you can't slide
You lost your mind
Shoes untied
Stumbled out of line
Crossed paths with the wrong kind
That happens sometimes
This Pathfinder 1995
These rims seventeen by nine
All gold crease stamps, they hella hard to find
You just one of them, I just won again
Up by 6AM, fuck sleeping in
That's if I even sleep
This what I eat and sleep
Seven days a week
Game six series was two and three
I'm tryna finish this shit and deliver my speech
Suckers too clumsy to ever step up
Running through that money, let me do a light stretch, what?
Catch your breath, bitch, you'll never catch up