Lyrics Quarterback - Vintage

Wake up in the morning yea you know I'm feeling blessed
Running up a bag everyday I gotta flex
Shorty hit my line I ain't dealing with that stress
She was playing games so I play her like some chess
Changing all the topics cause she know I like to dress
Like I'm from Bel-Air I'm a prince fresh to death
Pass her to my bro quarterback he gon' catch
Dressing to impress aye
Bout to send a text aye
You know that we next aye
You know we the best aye
Paparazzi looking you know that we bout to flex
Feeling like the goat
All these niggas they some lambs
Now these niggas toast
How I get this bread again

Feeling like I'm Jim brown
I gotta make a play (Hey)
Running back I made a way
I'm scoring every day (Hey)
No you can not stop me
Cause you know I'm getting paid
No you can not block me
Cause you know I break the cage
I was playing Madden
But I really like 2K
See these niggas capping
Push your wig and your toupee
Shawty she a freak she give me head just like toothpaste
Most these rappers lame they look at me and copy paste
I'm steady moving at my pace
I'm moving urgent with some haste
I'm making sure my family straight
I'm making sure my dawgs they ate
My diamonds icy yea they flake
I'm leveling up in a different phase
They try to read my moves but can't cause I already turned the page (Hey)

Wake up in the morning yea you know I'm feeling blessed
Running up a bag everyday I gotta flex
Shorty hit my line I ain't dealing with that stress
She was playing games so I play her like some chess
Changing all the topics cause she know I like to dress
Like I'm from Bel-Air I'm a prince fresh to death
Pass her to my bro quarterback he gon' catch
Dressing to impress aye
Bout to send a text aye
You know that we next aye
You know we the best aye
Paparazzi looking you know that we bout to flex
Feeling like the goat
All these niggas they some lambs
Now these niggas toast
How I get this bread again