Mr. Crocker

I got a play for this profit you see it's adding up
Don't do no mid I'm cool my bitches bad as fuck
Mr. Crocker the way that these pockets battered up
We got the same twenty four nigga why you mad at us
If she ask me what we are I'm a say we not involved
How to live large only thing I'm a solve
Look I ain't dying broke on momma I put them ends up
Nigga what
You the type to watch me grind then say it was some good luck
Cool like I been since I jumped out the womb
I'm a fool cause I live with a little less rules
How you move in a room full of hate
Elegant my finger roll I drop buckets in they face
I'd like some head that's amazing I think one chick will do
Don't want to pay so I'm patient I think my karma cool
If she love me for real then I might reciprocate
But if I'm down and you dip then it was always fake

That you would die for and they would die for you
Then ya'll come together in huddle
And you figure out how to ball
Figure out how to ball

Told mom I won't die young but I'm still trying
Don't do no funking with humans no I ain't built like that
But if they sending from they side then I'm a send them back
I'm in the east in a B.M. shit a hundred degrees
I pray to someone I ain't locked for what's up under the seat
I might be cute still I don't got them emotions hoe
Love is hell of strong I still fuck with you though
I know she scared if the fame make us not the same
I know if I leave I won't find no one with better brain
We can't take it when we die so what you need
You asking where I been, well I been gigging over seas
I know that nigga think he pimping it's his girlfriend what
She bust enough dates in a minute they up
Some of us wilding for that money it change everything
Life without a bag get to punching like some ketamine

When everybody sticks to the plan right, everything is everything
Cant let the outside world sway you