Not Spike Lee

Lyrics

[Intro] (I get my work from the narco) (Hydro) [Verse] I get money and talk big shit, so they don't like me Just because I tote movie clips, don't think I'm Spike Lee Unless you talkin' 'bout them blue strips, it don't excite me Bitch said she got some good head, so go and enlighten me I'm a dog, I ain't shit, bitch, so don't even try with me And all that shit you thinkin' 'bout doin' with me, I ain't got time today It's money on the floor, bitch, I ain't got time to play Bitch ain't payin', not bein' sweet young, I was playin' hide and go seek When they talk about goin' broke, that don't apply to me Bitch, I told you I was a dog, so don't cry to me Most of the niggas I fuck with daily was my crimies I keep twin .40s, Zack and Cody, strapped daily with Siamese twins He look scrawny, I'm buffin' up daily inside the gym He lookin' kind of hungry over there, gang and them eatin' lobster and shrimps I really don't think Sue Young want me knockin' up again They like, "Why this same nigga keep poppin' up again?" All that tough guy, Deebo had to get your lame ass shot in here Used to be the coolest nigga in the buildin', but not in here Every time I step in the room, diamonds shine like chandeliers Diamonds tweakin', I had to save the last dance for 'em Bitch, you ain't never seen a nigga like me, I'm abnormal I'm sure you heard about that good perky dick, I tax for it I don't why you keep throwin' a weak-ass shot at the backboard A lot of these niggas wanna be ball players, they just water boys This exotic chop you see is not a toy Bitch, you dealin' with a grown-ass man, not a boy You said you ain't got no money, bitch, I'm highly annoyed Type of shit to get you blocked, the type of shit I tried to avoid [?] bank in the gym, a lot of these niggas be tryna avoid These niggas be screamin' at the top of they lungs and not makin' noise They can't fuck with me, I'm a jack of all trades You ain't gon' never catch up to the Plug at y'all pace Lyin', ain't got no whips, nigga, it's all fake Y'all need to keep my name out y'all dick suckers, y'all gay Tenth grade, I was still wearin' Givenchy and Balmain Maison Margielas the kicks to go and skate in These big old grams on my neck just to bait 'em in I ain't worried 'bout nobody thanks to F&N