Lyrics C.M.O.B. - Jay Lucci

Lock my self in the studio
And stay away from these groupie hoes
For some reason I don't trust a soul
I'm just focused on tryna stay focused
Until I die it's Cash Money over bitches
It's Cash Money over bitches
Everybody want attention I just want a briefcase

And my sheets silk
She get dicked and then she get sent
I don't miss her these bitches a have you missing
Or kilt these b is sick they stop you from getting rich
Stop envying the boy cause your engine couldn't start
I'm playing the game smart they praying for me to fall
Hatred in your heart I don't hate you
I hope you starve a paper chasing boy
A wraith ain't far a fetch if I chase it it'll come
I ain't saying that's what I want
My taste is more of a Bentley Coupe
The laser go boom and damage you like insurance
And Lord we been threw it was charged with distribution
The Lord was with me I was a Juve
And boy I'm real like jewelry
I saw it clear into the future
Pick your side with the Lord or Lucifer

Lock my self in the studio
And stay away from these groupie hoes
For some reason I don't trust a soul
I'm just focused on tryna stay focused
Until I die it's Cash Money over bitches
It's Cash Money over bitches
Everybody want attention I just want a briefcase

And you ain't safe
And these days you can't trust your teammates
Call the Lord and he'll save you
And on blood I ain't with that he say shit
That shit cliché
Okay them niggas gone hate
But we ain't tripping it's fuck them
I be sipping on GTV with the stick and a duffel
And man these bitches is pretty
But I think money look better
And I be popping prescriptions
I'm feeling write like a letter
I'm so gone that
Hypnotic and Henny be on point call that The Hulk
And I don't smoke blunts
I'll out smoke you on them cones
I lust but I don't love her
I bust but not in her the pop
Been bubbling up
Season all I'm saucy season off they salty
They seasonal and we all year
Around I'm ball playing
Stojaković Balmain
Or joggers target
The problem solved it

Lock my self in the studio
And stay away from these groupie hoes
For some reason I don't trust a soul
I'm just focused on tryna stay focused
Until I die it's Cash Money over bitches
It's Cash Money over bitches
Everybody want attention I just want a briefcase