Geeked Up T-Shyne (Ft. NAV)

[Part I]

[Chorus: NAV]
Camera turn on when I back out (Skrrt)
Pull up, I'm pullin' my racks out (Racks)
Still gettin' lit 'til I black out (Lit)
UFC, fuck 'til she tap out (Tap out)
You ain't talkin' money? There's nothin' to chat 'bout
My brother told me, "Get a spot," he can trap out (Trap)
Take one of mine and we take your whole team out (Brr)
Shot him in his belly, we let him bleed out (Brr)

[Post-Chorus: NAV]
Diamonds shinin', I don't know if you noticed (Bling)
Tickin' bomb, all my pockets explodin'
Hurtin' my opps, we ain't gotta reload
I could fuck his mama, go ahead and expose him (Haha, yeah)
I'm feelin' sick and my head's startin' to spin 'cause I got a good mix in my tummy (Mix)
Stackin' my riches, won't fight over bitches, but I'll kill you over some money (Woo)

[Verse: NAV]
I told that girl that she can't have my digits 'cause I'm too busy doin' numbers (Cash)
Keep me at ease when I talk to my sleeze 'cause I stay with the Bs like a bumble (Ayy)
Lately, been drivin' in spaceships, I feel like that I wasn't born on this planet (Skrrt)
Workin', I'm doin' the grave shift when everyone sleepin', I'm takin' advantage (Let's go)
Swear to God, I be in Ricky the most
Copy my drip, yeah, they watchin' my post (Mmm)
You should be proud of me, turnt up my salary
Burnin' out gallery, doin' the most (Woo)
Put my mind to it and get it (Get it)
Went from broke to unlimited credit
Got like seven million dollars on debit
Brought me back to life, my cash like a 'medic