Lyrics Everything That's Yours, Pt. II - Mike G , GUN40

One thing I wanna know
How you survive In a game this cold
Any other time i'd say keep ya mouth closed
Head so good, come and see me on the road
Aye, you already know how this goes
You don't want to get out of this hold
Clenched fist you neva been This open
Got me coming to grips with this moment
I get dirty baby sucio
You red me down the middle but it's Gucci tho
I can fuck you til the credits roll
If you play your part better than a move role
I'm going As long as you don't lose control
Gotta new place me and you can go
Gotta prove it though As far as you should know
She just want he first ring like the super bowl, Gotta watch these hoes
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday so
If you can't get wit it then coast
Then tell me what you miss about my dick most, bitch
Acting like I'm not the same man from the beginning
Knowing I can make the mood switch in a minute
Imma go PGA tour when I'm in it
That just mean a million strokes til we hit the finish
Imma go A Rod when I'm in it
That just mean a grand slam every time I hit it
They swimming deeper then shark tanks wit it
Because I got this money she trynna give me the business
Wit it I'm legend like will smith and
I'm feeling like a sex icon living

R.I.P. Screw, I'm fucked up
She gon' suck me slow cus she slowed up
Get the money out the bag and run it up
Get the money out the bag and run it up
Two Styrofoam's she gon po' it up
Two Styrofoam's i'm po'd up
Get the money out the bag and run it up
Get the money out the bag and run it up

Can you handle more? We hit the floor
Then slide across like we dancing, Or
Find the best way to get my hands involved
Til the next day you see standings hard
It's been forever you still holding on
I know you can use your hands for more
Did you expect me to stand here or
Take it if I get the chance to score?
You see it's, no game but I play D it's just to make it even
You sing, the way I'm beating
You'd think I'm getting the band involved
She don't be lackin'. She hustle and go
Get the clothes on her own like the Phantom doors
Wetter than rain I can stand the storm
Trynna see what you had planned in store
I ask if 'you high?' And you say yeah
Talk to me I know what you want to hear
Stay down and you might fly the coupe this year
Tell ya ex man not to chance at all
I'm knowing that the money doesn't make you rich
I'm in a position where I can't take no shit
Made it for us so never take from this
Cuz I don't make money just to make no bitch
I can handle when ya mood switches
I said I'd play D when you take offense
If I'm not that nigga then who is it?
I'm what the definition of blazin is
So we can smoke if that's your mood
I roll smooth Just to match your moves
You wanna invest in improve, then
You can give me everything that's yours, too

R.I.P. Screw, I'm fucked up
She gon' suck me slow cus she slowed up
Get the money out the bag and run it up
Get the money out the bag and run it up
Two Styrofoam's she gon po' it up
Two Styrofoam's i'm po'd up
Get the money out the bag and run it up
Get the money out the bag and run it up

Freaky lil bih wanna fuck something
Freaky lil bih wanna suck something
Get the money out the bag and run it up
Get the money out the bag and run it up