Текст песни Wager (feat. Luv2quxn) - Zay Murko

Whats your wager?
I'm gettin this cash I'm not showin' my hand, I'm shootin my shot Danny Granger
And I'm smokin' this gas while patrolling the land, you might as well call me a ranger,
You niggas been callin' me bro and I do not know you I'ma call you a stranger
Fuck wit me then you gon' be in danger
Got a bitch who moved back to Malaysia
And I miss because she would give me that brain, and after cum I ain't feelin' a thing,
Squeeze it inside I been makin' em scream
Moment of silence been makin' it spray
Take care of bidness well oiled machine
Yo head is an egg and we makin' it crack
I'm eatin' the game like sushi
The ladies Luv Murko like Cool J

Put some cash on ya head like a toupee
I ball on these niggas like 2k
My money wrap tall, 2 Chains
It's the Batmobile, Bruce Wayne
Mix Hennessy wit that Dusse
My ex see me like you changed, she got mood swings
I'm jus tryna make a new wave, pave a new way
The top really get lonely, its jus me only
Murko been in my own lane
These niggas steady talkin' they ain't finna play the game
Young Murko goin in and I been goin so insane
I come n take they bitch and they wont even know a thing
I walk into the strip club, finna make it rain
Put diamonds on my fangs I been feelin' like blade
The day they put me in is the day I change the game
When I walk up with fender-bender make a nigga shake
They be like shiver me timbers I make the earth quake
I'm eatin' these shows for dinner I got a belly ache
Jus fucked up onna shawty and I barely was awake
I'm tryna get the money and I'm never tryna wait

When I step in the game, I don't got a stain on me I be lookin' so clean
I'm not here for the fame, but on the red carpet i be stealing of the scene
And I swear to god that all of these niggas got nothing on me
I look at my watch and i still don't got time to play no games, (no time)
Girl, look at my drip drop, its that new edition can you stand rain
And im up on the tip top, i be sayin brr cuz u know imm gon' freeze
Them niggas fell off, that don't got w damn thing to do with me
I been smokin' a lot i think i'm addicted to that biscotti cream

Put white in her smile like sum toothpaste
A 100 on his head we call him blueface
We dont got a mcGrady we ball leave a trace
Like a bank cut the bullshit and get to the chase
Imma get out of body u step outta place
I take flight in her ocean i dont need a cape
I got murko wimme play he gone up da kay
Clean his ass like sum lysol i bet he gone spray
I got bread on my mind only thing that i really do want is sum mf paper
But they playin i guess ill cut all of dese lil niggas off like a mf taper
And dese niggas be thinking we pussy i tell em quit talking and come meet yo maker ian playin nobody can save you got watch out who u be bringin to the table
Gotta watch out for dem bitches dat be wit all niggas we call dem hoes lil bitty bops we want paper over pussy
Don't understand den dat meams u not rockin da way dat we POP
They be talkn to me about bullshi i dont wanna hear it if uan gone speak bout the gaup F4L innis bitch dem my brothers u play wit murko, 2raw, surfn yo ass gettin shot bitch