Stock Prices
Lyrics
These Niggas mad
My stock rising
Like the Nasdaq
They glad wrap
That's trash rap
Headshots only
My nigga yea
Snapback back back
Give me fifty feet
I repeat no more fake fucking
With the elite you niggas is meek
And for that reason
You shall inherit the earth
For what it's worth
My soul work
No need for demons
Establishing how I work
See I can say some shit like
Copperfield
You thinking magic
I'm coping fields
Trying to grow some shit
That look like the Grinch
When he vacuumed sealed
What an immaculate conception
When one uses direction
Process of elimination
So no need for guessing
No need for stressing
We'll make it work
You do dirt
You get dirt
That's just how the street works
My work
Can't be extorted
Merely exported and that's after the fact
Of me doing the mixing and recording
Building my equity
The options are high
You got a choice my nigga look hurry up and buy
The S&P and the Dow Jones I prowl on
Energy is wolf on Wallstreet
Now how long
Would it take for Marget Robbi
Just to notice me
Ten to Twenty K
In a day give me them ovaries
A foul play or its child's play
Grow Up sophisticated ignorance
Stock price
Gone go up
And it depends because I check the dividends
Ain't no use in putting my money
In places I can't get in
Bitch Imma win
My name nontaxable that's factual
Everything I do got dotted lines
That's all contractual
So we can speak literal sense
Invest in it then you get your flip
Rap game dope game
The same I thought
Yall niggas knew this shit
But I digress
I should just
Say less
Sit back Smoking the best chill with my son
Lifes blessed yes
I can't complain
About a damn thing
Smoke and make these vibes
To help
A nigga maintain mannnn
These Niggas mad
My stock rising
Like the Nasdaq
They glad wrap
That's trash rap
Headshots only
My nigga yea
Snapback back back
Give me fifty feet
I repeat no more fake fucking
With the elite you niggas is meek
And for that reason
You shall inherit the earth
For what it's worth
My soul work
No need for demons
Establishing how I work
See I can say some shit like
Copperfield
You thinking magic
I'm coping fields
Trying to grow some shit
That look like the Grinch
When he vacuumed sealed
What an immaculate conception
When one uses direction
Process of elimination
So no need for guessing
No need for stressing
We'll make it work
You do dirt
You get dirt
That's just how the street works
My work
Can't be extorted
Merely exported and that's after the fact
Of me doing the mixing and recording
Building my equity
The options are high
You got a choice my nigga look hurry up and buy
The S&P and the Dow Jones I prowl on
Energy is wolf on Wallstreet
Now how long
Would it take for Marget Robbi
Just to notice me
Ten to Twenty K
In a day give me them ovaries
A foul play or its child's play
Grow Up sophisticated ignorance
Stock price
Gone go up
And it depends because I check the dividends
Ain't no use in putting my money
In places I can't get in
Bitch Imma win
My name nontaxable that's factual
Everything I do got dotted lines
That's all contractual
So we can speak literal sense
Invest in it then you get your flip
Rap game dope game
The same I thought
Yall niggas knew this shit
But I digress
I should just
Say less
Sit back Smoking the best chill with my son
Lifes blessed yes
I can't complain
About a damn thing
Smoke and make these vibes
To help
A nigga maintain mannnn
Writer(s): Marcus Mitchell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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