Lyrics 10 Toes - E-40 , ALLBLACK , G-Eazy

Shoot at opps like a two guard on the Pacers (Yeah, yeah)
You a fraud, you a faker (You a fraud, you a faker)
Game sharper than a razor (Game sharper than a razor)
On my grind like a skater (I be Tony Hawkin')

When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, get it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherfucker,
How you love that? (How you love that?)
When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, I'm on it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat (Ayy)
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherfucker,
How you love that? (How you love that?)

Interviewin' like I work at Fader
My whole clique steppin' like we Theta
Shoot this rifle from the side like I'm from Jamaica
On South Beach, early April, like a spring breaker
When I mob, I really mob, it look like City of God
When I work, I work alone, this a one-man job
The same way you niggas dealin' when y'all was flexin' all that guap
While I'm countin' up this cash, I got a WAP givin' me top
I don't do splits, large percentage, I add, no division
Woke up out a coma swingin', hittin' targets, I ain't missin'
I'm a pimp, not no gangsta, up in Oakland I'm a god
I know I won't, but if I go broke, everybody gettin' robbed

When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, get it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherfucker,
How you love that? (How you love that?)
When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, I'm on it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat (Ayy)
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherfucker,
How you love that? (How you love that?)

Ten toes down on the gravel
Bitch, you got your Es mixed up, this ain't Scrabble
I got some slices put up case I gotta go to war
Put some slices on the brain while I chillax in Bora Bora
I'll go anywhere 'cause Earth is my turf and I'm not a tourist
I'm a master at wordplay kinda like a thesaurus
Got flowers for sale, but I'm not a florist
I done seen more white than a chalkboard
Dollar devoted, destined and determined
Glue your hands to your woman
'Cause females love to hear my sermon (Uh)
I been poppin' collars since I was six
Been havin' the fetti since caveman piss (Ugh)

When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, get it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherfucker,
How you love that? (How you love that?)
When that money call, I'm on that (I'm on that, I'm on it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat (Ayy, look)
I was broke, I can't go back (I can't go back, yee)
I'm a play runnin' motherfucker,
How you love that? (How you love that? Haha, uh)

I keep it one-hundred, you keepin' it cap
Listen, me and BLACK go back, it's way deeper than rap
It's money in my hand, I got cheeks in my lap
A good girl in real life, but a freak on the app
Ooh, but I ruin her, ain't no purity
Real comfy when I'm home, no security
Play too much, I'm childish, no maturity
I don't secure the bag, the bag securin' me
Ooh, look, you ain't scarin' me
Spend it all, no cost, that put fear in him
One-fifty for the Range, but you ain't hearin' me
Three-fifty for the 'Rari, you still ain't hearin' me
Ooh, I'm on tour for, like, a hundred days
Phil Jackson on the sideline, I'm runnin' plays
Uh, young Gerald, 22nd ways
I'm ten toes down, I ain't never fade

When that money call, I'm on that (Yee, I'm on that, get it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat
I was broke, I can't go back (You know?
I can't go back to that, you know? I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherfucker,
How you love that? (Hahaha, how you love that?)
When that money call, I'm on that (Yee, I'm on that, I'm on it)
Ten toes down on the ground like a doormat (Ayy, ten toes)
I was broke, I can't go back (Definitely, I got you,I can't go back)
I'm a play runnin' motherfucker,
How you love that? (Ayy, ayy, yee, how you love that?)

I'm up early for the paper
On that roll, I gotta pick and roll in Decatur
Money dirty, I was in the swamp with the gators
Dunk the ball, I don't lay up
Shoot at opps like a two guard on the Pacers
You a fraud, you a faker
Game sharper than a razor
On my grind like a skater (I be Tony Hawkin')