For The Camera

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I walk up in your spot I'm leaving with my hands full Your bitch top me off she leaving with a mouth full I'm the type that's always looking at the glass full I'm the type to count my blessings I'm so thankful Straight up out the city, flipping packs it's regular If you need it quickly hit me on my cellular I know some niggas hate coz I'm just too non chalant But they ain't never been cruising out in [?] Catch me in a seven fifty in the fast lane Bitch told me she loved when she see the cash came But how you rolling with me, you ain't got no passport Wasn't with me back when all I had was transport Now they know my size when I walk up in the store You should see her eyes when them singles hit the floor Pulling down her panties we ain't even reach the door Show me all she got to offer, told her gimme more [Chorus] You ain't really bout it, you just fronting for the camera You don't really want it nigga hit you with the hammer Plotting all summer now I'm waiting for the come up Twenties fifties hundreds yeah I'm waiting for the counter You ain't really bout it, you just fronting for the camera You don't really want it nigga hit you with the hammer Plotting all summer now I'm waiting for the come up Twenties fifties hundreds yeah I'm waiting for the counter Lil nigga why you playing, you know this a mans sport You know I got the aim shooting from the half court I said it was a [?] couple grams short I smoke about a ounce, crumbs on the dashboard I just hit a lick and now I'm on the move Said he got a plug and he gon introduce me Said he got the work and I'm the one to stretch it Said he got a play and I'm the one to catch it I wonder if it's talking if it's all a set up Should I go by myself or should I call the fellas But I been riding solo, I've been on my own shit If it's that funny business, hit em with the chrome quick [?] since I was young, she fucked me [?] Said she was coming in it [?] we should get back I ain't the type of playa who be working backwards The way she sucked my dick she probably get my passwords Hit it from the back and tell her switch up the position You only fucking with me for the facial recognition See me on the stage then she wanted my attention When you on the stage that's when we go on intermission [Chorus] You ain't really bout it, you just fronting for the camera You don't really want it nigga hit you with the hammer Plotting all summer now I'm waiting for the come up Twenties fifties hundreds yeah I'm waiting for the counter You ain't really bout it, you just fronting for the camera You don't really want it nigga hit you with the hammer Plotting all summer now I'm waiting for the come up Twenties fifties hundreds yeah I'm waiting for the counter I walk up in your spot I'm leaving with my hands full Your bitch top me off she leaving with a mouth full I'm the type that's always looking at the glass full I'm the type to count my blessings I'm so thankful