AMTR

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] 'Bows everywhere like I ain't got no table manners Mariah Carey, we ride with the baby cannons In the field, sticks around like a praying mantis I'll put a bullet in your coat, call me Peyton Manning Soon as you touch down in another city You be lookin' for the hoes, we be lookin' for the hammers Been got the bag and broke bread with the team But the only difference is I ain't put that shit on camera Heard he died clout chasin', lookin' for some laughtеr All these 'scripts on me, got mе feelin' like a pastor Doggy shit on me, I'll pay for 'em to whack you My young dog so geeked, call that nigga Braxton She a gnat-gnat, automatically I'm passin' In a black 'Cat like I'm playin' for the Panthers See me racin' through the hood like Little Rascals Now they jumpin' in the picture, Mario at the castle [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Thousand-dollar shoes Bad bitches everywhere, it's hard for me to choose Gotta keep it glued Got my hands in everything, it's hard for me to lose Just made another 50K and I ain't even move I ain't even satisfied unless he make the news Nigga mad his bitch on me, I ain't make her choose Now you gotta die about her, I ain't make the rules [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] How you supposed to be my peace when you bitchin' every day? Knowin' damn well I'm out here with the biscuit every day Life on the line, gotta risk it every day Just to see you livin' straight, but you trippin' every day Lil' Marsean gettin' bigger every day Gotta get it every way, every week I'm switchin' states All you niggas dyin', I'ma see you any day Put your face to the pole like somebody ran a ways Dog shit on me, that's why dog bitch on me My dog switched on me, now his dog rich on me I ain't in the mood, let the diamonds talk shit for me Throw the Dior on like my armpit musty Got a hundred shooters, all them threats, come and prove it Fuck a money counter, it feel better thumbin' through it Old ho dick suckin' 'cause they see me runnin' to it X's on me like Family Fued when you say somethin' stupid [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Thousand-dollar shoes Bad bitches everywhere, it's hard for me to choose Gotta keep it glued Got my hands in everything, it's hard for me to lose Just made another 50K and I ain't even move I ain't even satisfied unless he make the news Nigga mad his bitch on me, I ain't make her choose Now you gotta die about her, I ain't make the rules [Verse 3: TIS Rico] We is not the same, my baby, I breathe different Told your lil' bitch, "Come swallow this three-liter" Got the head, then bust, it only took me like three minutes Got the burner in this bitch like I turned up the heat meter If I ain't in the hood, probably posted on Big Beaver With them boys that be choppin' shit down like meat cleavers Niggas runnin' off with the swag, gotta pay me for it Fell asleep off of that bottle like a baby snorin' You would get bust for that cash money like Baby Twan Over the stove, my young bull, he whippin' a baby tortoise I just lied to this lil' bitch, I got her so geeked Can't tell these hoes everything, they worse than the police Get the head, then it's a wrap like it's a slow beat A genius, I just play it by ear like an artiste Lil' weak bitch swear that she a Barbie When it's beef on the road, wanna start with like a car key, nigga [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Thousand-dollar shoes Bad bitches everywhere, it's hard for me to choose Gotta keep it glued Got my hands in everything, it's hard for me to lose Just made another 50K and I ain't even move I ain't even satisfied unless he make the news Nigga mad his bitch on me, I ain't make her choose Now you gotta die about her, I ain't make the rules