Lyrics Hit Da Crib - Metta Mane

Shawty hit me line she trynna hit The crib
Had to tell her no she said it is What it is
That's my type of bitch she down With the biz
Understand a real one gotta go get His bread

Understand that i'm a real one
Step out fresh im getting loot
You work but you don't build none
Dirty money mean this game gone Chew
Riding inna range dis gang gone Shoot
And i stay fresh im mad if i was You
Always on my pivot ten toes down Clock go down i turn round and Shoot
Working for a change all it takes Money
Blowing on cloud even when it's Sunny
Feel like Hef gotta keep a few Bunnies
Need me a mansion and a few big Hundreds
If i hold it down you gonna end up Drowning
Offer me a deal i still ain't signing
Fuck an island ima run the whole Planet
Shawty wanna ride but she still Can't stand it

Shawty hit me line she trynna hit The crib
Had to tell her no she said it is What it is
That's my type of bitch she down With the biz
Understand a real one gotta go get His bread

Lately i been feeling hella rich
I can't have no feelings about a Bitch
That don't make no money
Good brain my bitch act dummy
Grade A is what we serve n we Burning
I been smoking way too loud you Can't tell me nothing
Ima get my paper anyway i have to
Told a bitch im the one so she had Two
Remember days i was behind now i Passed you
I got x-ray vision i can see right Through you

Shawty hit me line she trynna hit The crib
Had to tell her no she said it is What it is
That's my type of bitch she down With the biz
Understand a real one gotta go get His bread