Текст песни Up Wit Me - Metta Mane feat. Steven King

None of your concern I get this Money on my everyday
Bitches love to talk but they ain't Never have enough to say
Working for my pension It's on Me so yea I gotta play
Risk ain't takin me I take the bitch Without the hesitate
Wilding when im home me n Homies play with big amounts
You can't hang wit me If you ain't Gang
And know how to count
This section real selective ain't a Lot know what I'm talking about
If it's up with me it's stuck forever I Ain't coming down

She got lost with you
And found the kid but
I ain't tryna keep
I've been up all night
Thinking moves
It's been hard to sleep
Pressure in my head
I'm on that gas
I can't even speak
Pressure on my head
I'm on that ass
Handprints on her cheeks
What we doing?
What we movin too baby
Can you do this?
If I need you lil baby
Taking a flight like Jordan
Hiding the work in the trunk Mercedes
Shawty took off inna Beamer just Touch down and shawty paid me
Be patient and cautious
This boss shit be a mosh pit
They toxic and never ever ever Ever ever ever ever give a fuck About what you talking
Only what you flauntin
But that's not me
Timmy D
Back in 03
I'm MVP and they envy me
Cut out the negatives
So I be better at chemistry
I'm wearing the bricks
But counting a grip
Play with racks like a tennis team
Riccardo Tischi
On my body
Looking so sweet like a cavity
I understand why they mad at me
But it's

None of your concern I get this Money on my everyday
Bitches love to talk but they ain't Neva have enough to say
Working for my pension It's on me So yea I gotta play
Risk ain't taking me I take that Bitch without the hesitate
Wilding when im home me n Homies play with big amount
You can't hang wit me If you ain't Gang
And know how to count
This section real selective ain't a Lot know what I'm talkin about
If it's up wit me it's stuck forever I Ain't coming down

Keep my head down i'm chasing The top i can't go back
Only put trust in this money it Make me happy i ain't going out Sad
Make a good bitch bad and a bad Bitch sad
Got two phone you still get the Dial tone
Two bad bitches with a bark they Begging for a bone
Shorty won't tell but i show
Pipe a bitch down I show her to The door
She do laundry i know she won't Fold
Got to keep a pole can't trust these Hoes
They stab you in the back leave you In the cold
You get hit the F not living G Code