Match That

Lyrics
[Intro] Bands in my pocket match the car color Yeah guess a nigga match that I got the high score up in the gym You know a nigga match that Everything I do is siamese (double) Yeah, nigga match that I dump 100,000 on the tape (dump it) Told 'em niggas match that [Hook] Match it up, match it up, up Match it up, ma-ma-match it up Match it up, match it up, up Ma-ma-match it up Can't afford 2, then you don't need one I got your shooters too and double ones Fuckin' round I'ma go and get a drummer sound Brum-bum-bum-bum [Verse 1] Balenciaga match the coat, I had to match that Pull up with my homie to the venue in a double matte max Back it up, I told that bitch to come and back it up Then she came in with her twin, tried to back me down I call my niggas Stokes to come back me up Did our thing and told 'em see 'em when we back in town Hit the alley then a nigga hit the fence Pistol D's grabbed him now they tryna match the prints Ma-ma-match up Nigga movin' work up out the trap Tryna cleanse another 100,000 out the stack-stack Stack it up Some fishy shit ain't addin' up She ain't the bitch that was up in my DM, shit ain't matchin' up I put my key, you put your key in Whole lotta paper we be seein', match that [Hook] Match it up, match it up, up Match it up, ma-ma-match it up Match it up, match it up, up Ma-ma-match it up Can't afford 2, then you don't need one I got your shooters too and double ones Fuckin' round I'ma go and get a drummer sound Brum-bum-bum-bum [Verse 2] Yeah, nigga lately I've been seein' double Fuck it, I see that money double time I bagged this bitch, she was a pisces Thinkin' damn, that bitch is a double sign Yeah, two fish After the club I pull the car out the fish spot out on 250 I told that bitch that if she like it, double tap it up Austin laced me with the beat, I had to burn it down I ain't have no more room in the car But if she thirsty and she still wanna roll that, lap it up I've let a nigga double park Niggas cursin' at me cause I'm backin' all the traffic up I saw a bitch, don't give me head like my main do So I had to cut her off cause she couldn't match that [Hook] Match it up, match it up, up Match it up, ma-ma-match it up Match it up, match it up, up Ma-ma-match it up Can't afford 2, then you don't need one I got your shooters too and double ones Fuckin' round I'ma go and get a drummer sound Brum-bum-bum-bum
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Credits
- Writers
- Austin Powerz
- Smash David
- A. Norris
- Chinx