Layups

Lyrics

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish] Money, wake up and get your weight up Fold the paper to fill the safe up Making payroll, the bills is paid off So what you say, dawg? Don't shoot if it's a layup (Whatever) Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] I got some acres breeding alpacas and growing hay I got your block like a linebacker The other day, I'm on the phone with my contractor He tryna say I need another zoning permit I'm zooming in the X6 Crashed and I burned it, recouping my investments Zendaya on my table, eating sushi off her naked Twist a bad bitch up and put her coochie where her neck is Pretzel, X-O, skeleton suits, I got protection Let's go, the check cleared Playing chess on a crystal set Ice brick chip baguettes My weed smell like deer piss mixed with sweat We nomadic for money, we wherever it's at You email me 'bout a rap, have that money attached My crib full of artifacts and archaeology books And bluetail monitors, look how exotic they look Using the best technology, a prodigy, he gotta be [Chorus: Chuck Inglish] Money, wake up and get your weight up Fold the paper to fill the safe up Making payroll, the bills is paid off So what you say, dawg? Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] Look, dawg, I just passed you the ball If that's more than you can handle, don't be stepping out of bounds You full court trapping, I ain't even gotta foul This big shot clock'll make you call timeout Off the glass, line the bands up like parquet tile If that's your mans, then he should've told you watch your mouth, nigga This ain't a team picture You just shooting by yourself, I was never playing with you Finger roll ice and my footwork nice Pulling up from downtown and my wristwork slight And they ripped you off the cross 'cause you wasn't Christ Nothing like the dribble out the jam, nigga Use your other hand, nigga [Interlude: Boldy James] Chuck, streets like a game of 21 Only rule, get it done Three-peat, no check 'Fore you shoot the twos and ones Watch out for the double cross Take an L, brush it off Come back with a vengeance Shit, it been a minute since I took a loss Make your defense your best offense Took the charge, got up, kept it pushing Even when I didn't get the call [Chorus: Chuck Inglish] Money wake up and get your weight up Fold the paper to fill the safe up Making payroll, the bills is paid off So what you say, dawg? Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup Don't shoot if it's a layup