Black Buttons

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh shit, nigga Mhm (Census, what you cookin'?) [Verse 1] This biz' internet money and that, I get a lot of Three-hundred fifty thousand up in jewelry, am I caught up? Another eighty-thousand in the booth, you actin' starstruck I hand out hundreds to my killers if I think my name was brought up The Bentley double parked but we gon' wait 'cause you ain't 'bout nothin' The boy be bleedin' dead up on his block if he keep clout chasing Pump fakin' 'bout nathan, none of my opps make it You know my rank, when you see me, bitch, about face me [Chorus] Niggas tried to press the button on me, I came out on top Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house I went and dropped fifty, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout? [Post-Chorus] Oh shit, nigga They throwin' flagrants in the building, someone call a foul 'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out Twelve Bentleys double parked outside your mama house Your neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?" [Verse 2] Rudy, he called, he said, he runnin' out of chalk He must be stupid, told him, "Nigga, watch your mouth" He might be right 'cause we used it on all the opps Excuse my French, I mean used it on all the cops You watchin' me, bitch, you need to go change the knob Aborted babies, I'm leavin' 'em on her top VV clarity, can't see none of my watches None of my opps on shit All of my Glocks got sticks Who said Glocks don't jam? He think he Macho Man Turn him to taco man if he keep playin' with me I know you layin' with her, I know you stayin' with her We pull up at his mama house, what type of shit he into? [Chorus] Niggas tried to press the button on me, I came out on top Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house I went and dropped fifty, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout? [Post-Chorus] Oh, shit, nigga They throwin' flagrants in the building, someone caught a foul 'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out Twelve Bentleys double parked outside your mama house Your neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?"