Lyrics Yao Ming - Hxppa feat. Jackwoods

Cha-ching, yuh
Stacking proceeds
Eyelids heavy
But I still get no sleep
Got a bottle of Henne
For every line they quote me and
My ride is empty
I ain't roll with homies
Waste time on plenty
That to this day don't know me
It might get messy
But it ain't get lonely
Started climbing already
I blow out Alien OG
Swaggin' like Uncle Jesse
But I got jokes like Joey, Yuh
Always got the wheels spinnin'
Dior in traffic
Out the window, tinted
In that Gosha, slavic
With the tag Cyrillic
My nail quartz
But my girl's acrylic

You wish you could fuck with me
Got 200K, keep me company
I got chains on, no police custody
Damn, that girl drop it low, Yellow Submarine

Like baby, I be drowning
Balling like Yao Ming
Bitch, this shit is worldwide
You still just county
Bars you wish you thought of
I stopped counting
Belt up on these Balmain's
You can't pronounce these

Dreams got me losing all sleep, I
Gotta make sure that I keep side
Bitches from out of my sheets, write
Rhymes when I'm feeling all deep, I
Made like a K in a week, I
Gain like a K in a week, you
Still talking out of your cheek
I'm on your neck
Blue stripes and blue checks
Maybe go head up, too empty
Stop acting like you didn't
Say any shit that you said

You gon' make me rap with, bitch
You can go ahead and
Go and get your casket quicker
Than you would've if you didn't blow a gasket
When I really started killing shit in rapping, bitch
I'm going in till I die
Macklind Ave shit

You can catch me on the Southside
It's about time
You can catch me in my ride
Cruisin' on the south side, yeah

My baby got me drowning
Balling like Yao Ming
Bitch, this shit is worldwide
You still just county
Bars you wish you thought of
I stopped counting
Belt up on these Balmain's
You can't pronounce these

I be drowning
Balling like Yao Ming
Bitch, this shit is worldwide
You still just county
Bars you wish you thought of
I stopped counting
Belt up on these Balmain's
You can't pronounce these

Balenciaga my feet, I
Find my way home from the streetlights
Hop in the booth, I get cheese for it
Gucci my head, my red and green stripes
I don't know what you need sleep for
Both hands on the keyboard
I grind in the meantime
Come out your speaker clear
Projects, had three last year
Tested out senior year
Left with a peace sign

Till the date on my headstone
I'm back on the psyches
Not the benzos
Bitch, I ain't got time for these GameBoys
I pick up the pen, no Nintendo
How all of these dudes make the same noise?
I walk out designer on ten-toe
Girl, you know all I do is make coin
I'm rolling up loud, let your friend know