Pay Homage

Lyrics

[Verse] Money on the floor, we stack it to the ceiling (OverDog) I'ma keep on grindin' and keep workin' 'til I'm worth a million Just 'cause I said no, don't treat me like the villain Grown man money on me now, know your shit be kiddin' Let me see that cat, ain't talkin' 'bout your pet Really, I just want my recognition, where is my respect? (Where it's at?) Nigga lollygagging, cappin' on the 'net Down at MGM, I'm high as hell just tryna place a bet Life like a rollercoaster, we at Cedar Point Backwood stuffed with a lot of 'za, I cannot smoke a joint I can run into you, might as well just let me run a point Out of town, I got my buffies on, they like, "You from Detroit" Stabbin' in the whip just like I'm screamin', caught somebody lackin' Niggas always fallin' off but that's because nobody stackin' Mama like, "I'm proud of you but never thought that you'd be rappin'" Gotta chase your dreams because you never know what might just happen Made it out the storm and you ain't even say congratulations Give a fuck 'bout what they say, we came up off of niggas hatin' TrDee the one that's always crispy like some fuckin' bacon Bitch tried to set the play, we kidnappin' her just like Taken You ain't gotta pass your 'Wood if you ain't passin' me no fire On the site, I'm punchin' like a boxer, no, I ain't retired Tryna smoke my competition, I'm just lookin' for a lighter Lil' bitch talkin' crazy, she don't even know that I could buy her Two chains sound like some jingle bells, but, no, it's not Christmas Yeah, I took a L but I prevailed and got used to winnin' You don't even ball like Tony Snell, go play with the women Do the dash, I think they on my tail, or I'm blowed, just trippin' Took a flight and now I'm in Milwaukee like a Kia Boy See I'm doin' good but haters act like they don't see your boy See I'm livin' good but niggas wanna act like Stevie Wonder You ain't doin' nothin' for your team, you just like P. J. Tucker Highest in the room, I feel like Victor Wembanyama I don't really think you ballin', gotta put it on your mama I just hope you ain't them niggas that be lyin' on your mama You be cappin' 'bout your life, just livin' lies, that's the problem Got a team full of shitters, we might just collab with Charmin They like, "What's your motivation?" Can't forget when I was starvin' You ain't even got no money, keep your two cents, why you talkin'? It's a V8 but I thought it was a dog 'cause it was barkin'