Bino Rideaux - FIGURED IT OUT Lyrics

A, a, ap fit my arm like it was made for me
Side by side with my dogs I walk faithfully
Shorty you know I'm a dog
You ain't gonna wait for me
I'm in them streets 'til the morning, mama got to pay for me
I figured it out, no feelings involved, yeah
Dick in her mouth, this what it's about, yeah
I'ma leave him where he die
If he even come out, yeah
Digit amount, Digit amount

Pour out the ounce, feel like a boss
Fuck it's about?
Drill at your house, yeah
Don't fuck up the count, yeah
I'm going to go in her mouth, yeah
We got the streets if we keep it a thousand, yeah
Nigga be soft, we ain't involved, yeah
Young nigga put that shit on, we in the mall bitch

Tell em about it's up wit my dog
We gone play ball with you
Hundred something on a bad day
Pull up, can't even keep up with the valet
Yeah, my day been cool
Trying to have a couple million in a bag day
I can just live for the moment
I'ma be the realist nigga 'til the last day
This what it's about
I ain't got no love for them bitches
I'm tripping, that's cap ain't it?
I put this shit on the map, baby
Authentic, this shit ain't no rap game
Fo real, I been that nigga back when bitches was back paging
Still will pull it, still will bang it, a nigga ain't that famous
Still in them streets, promise I'm bringing it back baby
What's happening, baby?
Promise I'm a

A, a, ap fit my arm like it was made for me
Side by side with my dogs, I walk faithfully
Shorty you know I'm a dog, you ain't gonna wait for me
I'm in them streets 'til the morning, mama got to pay for me
I figured it out, no feelings involved, yeah
Dick in her mouth, this what it's about, yeah
I'ma leave him where he die
If he even come out, yeah
Digit amount, digit amount (digit amount)

(A, a, ap fit my arm like it was made for me)
(Momma got to pay for me)
(Momma got to pay for me)
(A, a, ap fit my arm like it was made for me)
(Momma got to pay for me)
(Momma got to pay for me)
(A, a, ap fit my arm like it was made for me)