HP Sport Sideshow (Ft. MIKE)

[Verse 1: Sideshow]
They in the way, tryna sleep on me
My name so long, please don't speak on it
Eleven letters in the first part
A hundred shots, this my response
She know I love her, we don’t speak often
I pray for peace, don't see peace often
I keep a piece just to be cautious
I'm in the east til the Ps gone
Then headed west for the cheap prices
Bring it home watch me three times it
Me and and the money got an understanding
When I bring that little bitch back, double that; rubber banding
I love the money but its too demanding
It be occupying too much of my mind, I can't understand shit
I love my brother, lend an open hand
I tossed the butter with the over-hand
And let it stutter on your hating ass, needed a route just to get to that
Fuck that clout, I need more grams
Need penthouse, open floor plans
This new jacket cost me two hundred
This za pound cost me four bands
I love the money, love to get to it
I hit the bank with the slow dance, I'm getting new money
I tell the teller "I need all tens"
I'm reunited with some old friends, I'm feeling real silly