Wiz Tha Great - ATM' Lyrics

Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Credit card scamming finessing like y'all really made them dollars
That's just a hunnid problems

I got 97 problems getting rich ain't one
Swear It's easy to be a rapper be on beat with the drum
And Them youngins taking over cuz they made this shit fun
Everything ain't about metaphors and just rhyming with puns
This is a parliament, I'm putting my heart in this
That 300 spartan shit, get hung like a ornament
See that's where the problem is
All of you rappers is weak and you could get beat with no argument
You could get shook like a Parkinsons
Walkin like zombie be on them xans
I swear them drugs just be killing kids
Losings a pain i won't feel again
Cole killed the beat Ima kill again
Pushing the bill like I'm clintions kid
I'm bout to blow like a ceiling fan
White bucket hat like I'm Gilligan
Lisa no Mona the simpsons
21 and I'm gifted
21 and I'm gifted

Wear your confidence on yo sleeve it's so obvious
So Obvious that i could could feel Your ambiance
While bobbing to this the beat
Counting up this bag clenching dollars take a drink
Well if the world is in my hands then what's this shit beneath my feet
Big bro in the bathroom i see dope all on the sink
No crack, only the weed that crack shit for the weak
Moneys on my mind I'm having nightmares in my sleep
Hate seeing money in my dreams cuz it's the money you can't keep

Uncle came home from prison and we give him praise
Crack a 40 and reminisce about the better day
Heavy rotations in the prison like a album getting plays
What a shame

Her pure ness lured me to the furness then
Mistook her for a trophy let me win
Assured my loyalty would never thin
Loving you's a sin then fuck it then
I put it in she gasped a second wind
Heaven scented angel perfect blind
Harley Quinn but hardly ever grin
Hardly ever friendly but a friend

I get the camera icarley
Her body's a party
She's sharp like a sharpie
Her Waste like a barbie
We Sippin Bacardi
She got me convinced
That her sex is Lombardi
Her ex did her dirty
But I'll treat her better
Treat her like treasure
And make it a effort
To kill the vendetta
Counting my blessings
While counting my cheddar
Cuz I'm lucky like 7

Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Credit card scamming finessing like y'all really made them dollars
That's just a hunnid problems

I swear y'all believe anything like a photoshop
I dropped Tha weight 3 ion even know when 4 gone drop
Y'all niggas scheming on the low i call em robocop
Couple hitters on the corner by the soda shop
Drugs fucking Up the city let me grab a mop
Clean up the city while my niggas holding down the block
Baking soda and that Yoda in a holding pot
That Motorola gotta Phone her til the clothing drop

Saying lord please
Let me chase my dreams and not my enemies
Lord please
Let me say a prayer for my royalties
Royal king moving on to better new world order things