Checc In Joey Fatts (Ft. Dave East)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Money coming in so many ways
I been out grinding, I ain't showered in like so many days
Chipper Jones, Chip Kelly, I got so many plays
And you know that shit can deadly you play around with my cake
Like this nigga named Tommy, my custody outta state
This nigga I knew that’s paying high for the plates
His clientele grew, and payments start coming late
On Instagram with the jewels and bitches on dinner dates
He tryna bend the rules, it's time to set him straight
Grab the K, he bout to make the news if he don't pay today
We on this block with the tools, we ain’t got shit to say
Where he stay, if he ain't got my loot he bout to he's lose his face
Cold case, cold game, no face, no name
No guts, no glory, my nigga I ain't no stain
Shootin shit Robert Horry, my youngin thirsty for fame
With no regards for authority, down to do life for the gang
It's from the dirt, nigga

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
I stepped in, I can't go nowhere with no protection
My choice of weapon was a FN
There's crips up in my section
I'ma fuck that bitch you been neglecting
That plane touch the ground you better check in
Dirty Smith N Wesson