The Classifieds - Megabounce Lyrics

Know that
Bitch I go hard, don't hold back
Tan Turkey sittin in my pack
High as a bird when I smoke that
These bitches claim they love me
If I didn't have a thing, they'd roll back
It's ok, I no mad
Wouldn't talk to you with no ass
Wouldn't talk to you with no tits
End of the day, you a broke bitch
End of day, if you say you better than me
At best, you hoping
I been going hard for six weeks straight
Saturn Barz, ET relate
Flow on Mars, I could meet Damon
But I'd rather see this cake
Stayed in the A for a bit so I'm brave
No way that a demon be saved
Handicap need when we play
Mercy rule every game
You can't stop me, by the way
Suicidal if you walk in my aim
Cue the title cards, I think that James
Cameron needs a camera on my reign
An 30 hour album can't contain
The main atrocities inside my brain
Take the music from me, I'm insane
It's over if they take me out the game
My shit tight, yes it's sealed in
Catalog from the flow to the ceiling
I made the beat then killed it
I tend to do this to all my children
Think I need me a million
Reason being I'm brilliant
Always wonder why I'm still here
Was I always meant to be a villain?
Counting all the money like woah woah
Fuckin on your bitch like woah woah
City blowing up, Chicago
Idk something about Portillos
Breaking it down
Neverending mixtape
Brought us around
Been classified with all of you clowns
I'm in a badmood
Shutting it down
I need a million on me
Rocking Giovanni
Carpet shaped like a murakami
Heart of glass like my name is blondie
Got her singing singing, she my main Ashanti
Helping with my escape
Best to get out the way
I gotta say
All you people are lame
Wasting all of your days
Minimum wage
Was never meant for me
It's always meant to be
Something bout it got me feeling a way
Stuck in a cage
Headed to my golden age
Yuh
Wouldn't talk to you with no ass
Prolly talk to you with no tits
End of the day it's a personal preference
End of the night bitch get a pearl necklace
Oh, that's ya wife I'm sorry, my bad
Who ya think bought that Balenciaga bag
Know you a lame, can't really cop tags
Only time you see her is when she on the rag
Uh, yuh
Back on my bullshit
Got the whole team but don't need reinforcements
All of the paper, I'm not even touring
Getting these racks from recording
Motherfuckers really be bragging how they copping Jordan's while I'm just cocking the .40
Busting that bitch at the floor
Ricochet into your whore
Look at the way she
Them bullets just
I like the way she
Don't talk just
Bitch

Know that
Bitch I go hard, don't hold back
Tan Turkey sittin in my pack
High as a bird when I smoke that
These bitches claim they love me
If I didn't have a thing, they'd roll back
It's ok, I no mad
Wouldn't talk to you with no ass
Wouldn't talk to you with no tits
End of the day, you a broke bitch
End of day, if you say you better than me
At best, you hoping
I been going hard for six weeks straight
Saturn Barz, ET relate
Flow on Mars, I could meet Damon
But I'd rather see this cake
Stayed in the A for a bit so I'm brave
No way that a demon be saved
Handicap need when we play
Mercy rule every game
You can't stop me, by the way
Suicidal if you walk in my aim
Cue the title cards, I think that James
Cameron needs a camera on my reign
An 30 hour album can't contain
The main atrocities inside my brain
Take the music from me, I'm insane
It's over if they take me out the game
My shit tight, yes it's sealed in
Catalog from the flow to the ceiling
I made the beat then killed it
I tend to do this to all my children
Think I need me a million
Reason being I'm brilliant
Always wonder why I'm still here
Was I always meant to be a villain?
Counting all the money like woah woah
Fuckin on your bitch like woah woah
City blowing up, Chicago
Idk something about Portillos
Breaking it down
Neverending mixtape
Brought us around
Been classified with all of you clowns
I'm in a badmood
Shutting it down
I need a million on me
Rocking Giovanni
Carpet shaped like a murakami
Heart of glass like my name is blondie
Got her singing singing, she my main Ashanti
Helping with my escape
Best to get out the way
I gotta say
All you people are lame
Wasting all of your days
Minimum wage
Was never meant for me
It's always meant to be
Something bout it got me feeling a way
Stuck in a cage
Headed to my golden age
Yuh
Wouldn't talk to you with no ass
Prolly talk to you with no tits
End of the day it's a personal preference
End of the night bitch get a pearl necklace
Oh, that's ya wife I'm sorry, my bad
Who ya think bought that Balenciaga bag
Know you a lame, can't really cop tags
Only time you see her is when she on the rag
Uh, yuh
Back on my bullshit
Got the whole team but don't need reinforcements
All of the paper, I'm not even touring
Getting these racks from recording
Motherfuckers really be bragging how they copping Jordan's while I'm just cocking the .40
Busting that bitch at the floor
Ricochet into your whore
Look at the way she
Them bullets just
I like the way she
Don't talk just
Bitch