Lyrics AL Roker - C Stunna

(Baby, gimme some cash)

I grew up around some bosses
What the hell you think I turned into?
Trapper, scammer, certified smackers, yeah, I know a few
Jumped up in this shit with straight pressure like I'm supposed to do
He mad because his bitch say I'm that nigga, and he know it's true
Shit, you wanna learn about the game? I can fuckin' coach ya
I can teach you niggas 'bout that rain like I'm Al Roker
Brown skinned bitch with lay edges, comin' straight from Boca
Tryna slap my dick all in her room, put her on a poster

Bro done brought the perc in, now his eyes lookin' dilated
I can't be around you broke niggas, it get me agitated
Pull up in the drop top 'Vette, roof decapitated
Why the hell they put that check on hold? They got me aggravated
S-T-U-N-N-A, how you spell motion?
All these free bands in the air and you still want no pokin'
Seated full of back door ass niggas, I can't leave it open
Real back talk, I get paid for every word spoken

Pockets full of straight, death 'round like I'm Lil Uzi
Glizzy came straight from wic lady, it came with a doobie
Stop tellin' all these people that you know me
Bitch, you probably knew me
I ain't the same G from back then, now I'm going stupid
I'ma do whatever, do it all just to get it shuttle
She a YB fan, I gotta scream and start a battle
Yeah, you had it lit, but I turned it to another level
Since day one, I been a real deal trendsetter