Lyrics Bet - MRG

Hey
3, 2, 1 we live
Check it
3, 2, 1 we live
Coming from the Queens side
It's just me myself and I
No I don't need ya
Had a plan been the man since like I was knee high
Que lo que mamacita tell me where you reside
Then I'm gone decide, do I wanna take the trip?
Girl get that camera ready cause we gone make that flick
I Still live with mom so its best we hit the telly
Hit it then I'm gone won't see my face like Wizard Kelly

Is you with me or you against me cause I can't tell
Are you somebody I could count on when shit get real
Yeah you better get on board cause the ship gone sail
Hey you could bet on it, bet on it, Hey!
Bet that a nigga won't fold
Boy that range gone come
Tell my momma that I got her yeah that range gone come
I been Sam Cookin' boy yeah that Change Gone Come
Hey you could bet on it, bet on it, Hey!
Bet that I'm, Bet that I'm

Grinding 'til I'm shining and moms proud of her son
In my air forces like it's still two thousand and one
Rewind twenty ten, met my nigga Chris Jones
And ever since then, we been making hit songs
On the low, on the low
We ain't let nobody know
'Til about a year ago, had to perfect the flow
Had to collect the dough, to show 'em we ain't playing
With my Melanin Monroe, she my brown skin lady
I got too much on my mind
Not enough in my wallet
Credit card on decline
Lately I been wilding
But I bounce back
Thank God I got signed and
Momma B-Day next week, wooh!
Perfect timing
Girl bring your friends cause I'm with my clique tonight
Girl you could get the pipe, that ass is my kryptonite
Hey come to my crib tonight
Make this shit solidified
Yeah it's us against the world better pick a side, hey!

Is you with me or you against me cause I can't tell
Are you somebody I could count on when shit get real
Yeah you better get on board cause the ship gone sail
Hey you could bet on it, bet on it, Hey!
Bet that a nigga won't fold
Boy that range gone come
Tell my momma that I got her yeah that range gone come
I been Sam Cookin' boy yeah that Change Gone Come
Hey you could bet on it, bet on it, Hey!
Bet that I'm, Bet that I'm

Down for whatever you ain't gotta second guess
Yeah I'm back in this bitch, just like I ain't never left
Coming live from the apple and you know that shit is rotten
Bunch a crabs in a barrel and they pray your ass forgotten, oh well...

But that range come
Tell my momma that I got her yeah that range gone come
I been Sam Cookin' boy yeah that Change Gone Come
Hey you could bet on it, bet on it, Hey!
Bet that a nigga won't fold