Money My Palm LUCKI (Ft. Wteve Baker)

[Verse: Lucki Eck$]
Yo, I got that
That common courtesy to come ups
I mean sorry, I mean stain for you niggas
I used to be with your eulogy
That's game for you niggas
See green like Triple H [?]
It's about the game for you niggas
Like a sad bitch tweak
It's all the same with you niggas
I'm in my player mode creating
Making names for you niggas
I'm fullback at the line of scrimmage
Making lanes for you niggas
And y'all on snooze like y'all went to bed late and I figure
You gettin sloppy, like we been married for too long
Make a call, a brick, and he call a boy
He doin him too long
They trappin', he like a butler
He sеrving em up the strong
This boy yelling this to God, finna gеt worse about these hoes
Holy shit!
[?] in this bitch
Got the world up on my back, feeling like Atlas in this bitch
Like push me, and my squad snappin
Just a nappy headed savage
The trap is a lifestyle, so I just wrap up in this bitch
Out$iders or no side, so now you grounded in this bitch
I'm pitching out for low hits, y'all ballers round to hit the bitch
You run this shit, that's a bitch
Cuz you can't hit it like its a bitch
So don't be through that cinemax
After dark you might catch a flick boy