M.I.M.P.
Lyrics
I just lit some tree with the homies
You not the homie nigga you don't even know us
Say she want the D, if it's meant to be
The universe gone find a way to show me
I woke up with some money on my mind
I know a couple niggas plotting my demise
Call me Box office T throwing punches
Feelin' like Iron mike in his prime
I should invest dough in apple
Flavor stay dripping no Snapple
She say I'm too much handle
I gave her sample leg up I'm the captain
I'm in my zone don't you tempt me nor test me
Crown in my cup keep it light on the Gretzky
Blade for you niggas, in case you act Wesley
Money in my pocket got me feeling like the best me
Money, Money, Money Money in my pocket
Got me feelin like the best me
10 Thou in gym nigga I deserve an espy
Money, Money, Money Money in my pocket
Got me feelin like the best me
Stuck in my Waze tryna map where the checks be
Every door gotta key, I don't knock
I just pick the locks
I keep that thang in my tool belt
Holla if you need help
Let's come together, we can spread black wealth
I was taught to never keep my gifts to myself
If my sisters gotta have it, best believe it's top shelf
If my brother want the shit, I can blueprint the steps
Watch me show em how to shoot it til it's nothing but the net
They say practice make perfect
Niggas ain' t really working
I can't listen if the verse is lacking purpose
Won't catch me at no Sunday service
Where the pastor always nervous
Cuz he one sin away from the surface
Young Tizzle on that Kobe bean Shit
That's 2 finals mvps, and 5 chip rings for the whole team
62 In 3 quarters, pass the rock, I'm like a fiend
Peep the swagger in my genes
Mick Jagger with the jeans
Having thoughts of beating me
Find a dagger in ya dreams
I'm the rapper that you need
I pray you planting better seeds
Money, Money, Money Money in my pocket
Got me feelin' like the best me
10 Thou in gym nigga I deserve an espy
Money, Money, Money Money in my pocket
Got me feelin' like the best me
Stuck in my Waze tryna map where the checks be
Fresh off a zig zag
I'm kickin these w (Raps)
Bitch rub my back while I buss down the pack
When I twist up the sack
And blow gas on the track
I put the city on the map
It get litty where I'm at
These niggas actin iffy over raps
If it ain't about no stacks
You can leave them beef tips on the rack
These days I'm more concerned about the craft
But if I have to BLACK and turn MAMBA
Ain't no pity when I snap
Kobe Bryant hoe
8 Or 24
81 On Raptors
Watch me plate these rappers
They ain't think I had it
Wanted me distracted
Send me to line
I just hush the chatter
Mind over matter
Nigga I'm on Saturn
I can take a O and smoke it to an Atom
Try me you'll get scrambled
Kyrie with the handle
Like snakes 8's
I ain't easily rattled
Like snakes 8's
I ain't easily rattled
(This is my Kobe Flow)
Money in my pocket
Money in my pocket
Got me feelin' like the best me
(This is my Kobe Flow)
Niggas better watch it
I'm copacetic with my conscience
You are looking at the best me
(This is my Kobe Flow)
Money in my pocket
Money in my pocket
Got me feelin' like the best me
(This is my Kobe Flow)
Niggas better watch it
I'm copacetic with my conscience
You are looking at the best me
(This is my Kobe Flow)
Writer(s): Torin Crowder
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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