This That Shit

He has the skills and knowledge to be the
President of any type of company in the world
Here was a 20-year-old with tremendous organizational skills
It's more about organization and guac, money, pelus, deniro, what up
Stacks
I'm talkin' 'bout bow wow stacks
I'm talkin' about just that math, being a thinker
God don't make people like that every year, every season
This that music for them get money head niggas
Low key behind the scene, been rich fed niggas
Facts
It ain't no paper on the floor, he ain't even goin'
Nigga that you copping from, and you ain't even know it
You don't even know it
This that shit that you count cheese and vibe to
Yeah
Go cop, drop it off, just chill and ride to
Ride through it
Show him you can run through it, maybe he'll throw it
Nigga that you copping from, and you ain't even know it
They shakin' hands with their plug, and they don't even know it
Don't even know it
Quarter million dollar nigga, and he don't even show it
He don't say nothing
No breakin' down, don't call his phone if you ain't tryna blow it
Don't break it down
Bunch of Kush for two racks, and he don't even grow it
Hey
Take the most risks in the city, but he ain't a felon
All day
Make 10 before it's dark out, and he don't even sell it
Pull up on you with that bag, and he don't even tell it
He don't say nothing
10 Bows in a Macy's bag, and you don't even smell it
Wrapped up
'Cause they wrapped up for any nigga think they need 'em
Whoever
Niggas talk down but know that they could never be him
Nope
He never hands on with it, you will never peep him
Never
'Cause if dog rock them bitches wrong, you will never see him
Don't bite
He see them M's in his future, and he tryna reach 'em
Tryna get it
Niggas keep fuckin' up his money, he still tryna kick 'em
Fuck it up
Loyal to the same niggas so they get it cheaper
Only real niggas
He ain't tripping, still breaking bread like a picky eater
You know it
This that music for them get money head niggas
Low key behind the scene, been rich fed niggas
Facts
It ain't no paper on the floor, he ain't even goin'
Nigga that you copping from, and you ain't even know it
You don't even know it
This that shit that you count cheese and vibe to
Yeah
Go cop, drop it off, just chill and ride to
Ride through it
Show him you can run through it, maybe he'll throw it
Nigga that you copping from, and you ain't even know it
He got the girl but love the boy like Brad Pitt
You know it
Play with him, get hit all in your body like a bad pitch
He killed it
All he do is let niggas eat like a bad bitch
He fed
Play it bro, but really he ain't stopping 'til he mad rich
He ain't stoppin'
Never seen a real nigga, he a rare image
He is
Don't keep it here, all his people about square business
He a hundred
Get you whacked, he just got to point like a scared witness
Yeah
Any threats, bet your last dollar niggas there with it
They comin'
Real smart, but it's crazy how the nigga live
Crazy
Out naked but he got a F-E out the crib
For real
Instant nigga, he can go to AZ to the field
For real
Don't like to get his hands dirty, but the nigga will
Yeah
In the club, he just chillin', feelin' niggas out
In his spare time, catch him buildin', givin' niggas routes
On the truck
His favorite line is broke, just to see what niggas about
Most Ts in this hood, they'll never figure out
They'll never know
This that music for them get money head niggas
Low key behind the scene, been rich fed niggas
Facts
It ain't no paper on the floor, he ain't even goin'
Nigga that you copping from, and you ain't even know it
You don't even know it
This that shit that you count cheese and vibe to
Yeah
Go cop, drop it off, just chill and ride to
Ride through it
Show him you can run through it, maybe he'll throw it
Nigga that you copping from, and you ain't even know it
He can sell shoes to Footlocker, that's his gift of gab
Niggas on the other side hate him, he just sit and laugh
Little do they know, they runnin' through the nigga bag
Countin' all the cheese that they made and while they sit and brag
Took a loss on 30 bows, he ain't even hurtin'
Say he got 100, that's what it is, he ain't even purpin'
Nope
Said he tryna motivate niggas, it ain't even workin'
Not at all
He just hit his niggas with the bag, he ain't even twerkin'
Like here
He don't even touch shit and he be killin' 'em
Young niggas hate him but the old niggas feelin' him
That's what matters
No phones, let his boy know what you finna spend
All on him
On the low, he done sold more trees than Timberland
Popcorn
He stay with that dog like he Charlie Brown
He irie
In the Kush, he got loud like a Harley sound
Loud as hell
Sittin' on 100 bows and tell you none around
Money long as seven miles, started with a couple pounds
This that music for them get money head niggas
Low key behind the scene, been rich fed niggas
Facts
It ain't no paper on the floor, he ain't even goin'
Nigga that you copping from, and you ain't even know it
You don't even know it
This that shit that you count cheese and vibe to
Yeah
Go cop, drop it off, just chill and ride to
Ride through it
Show him you can run through it, maybe he'll throw it
Nigga that you copping from, and you ain't even know it