Lyrics

Mic check, mic check BSB Records We the number one independent label in the streets, I'm just telling you what it is and it is what I tell you (Powder) It's a drought and I'm getting some more [?] today I'm the nigga with the weight, other niggas gotta wait I'm make this work through magic before I sit it on the plate Harry Potter nah Houdini all that's missing is a cape When I'm in Rhode Island, all I'm hitting is the capes [?] and them bitches get to the cake Moving the type of sleeves that you don't roll down And I don't love hoes so when I'm in town One night only, after that they the homies If they keep it trill I'm treating them like they trophies Better yet a mule, bet I'm not a fool If you ain't down to help me get no money then we ain't cool Fuck fake friends, paid a buck for the Benz Threw it on my album cover and I left the stock rims Literally, picture me rolling on my 2Pac You on the trap [?] nowhere [Hook] Nigga I'm a savage, nigga I'm a savage Getting crazy paper, Count on weekends and it's madness I'ma hit the bitch, even if the bitch is average I'm just here to fuck, I ain't interested in marriage Married to the game, different birds be my boo BSB the game and cocaine get us through The bad times, the good grind baby earn Now everybody over here straight like a perm If money's the root of evil then say I'm down the devil Now on my arrival, smell like some [?] Fuck the Pyrex [?] inhale I love the aroma, you're other plug shit stale [?] My work is direct delete from Guatemala Free shipping, free chicken whipping dollars M, O, capital B, feel free to holla' If you ain't talking money too, the fuck you talking 'bout My women ride Range Rovers and GPS they routes On the road to riches Unimpressed by pictures To get her pussy wet you gotta start with six figures Or better seven Step your shit up get a ladder I stepped on bricks, now I'm up Sitting with the ladder I'm just telling you what it is and it is what I tell you Dope boy, Troy Ave my flow crazier than [?] Nigga I'm a savage, nigga I'm a savage Getting crazy paper, Count on weekends and it's madness I'ma hit the bitch, even if the bitch is average I'm just here to fuck, I ain't interested in marriage Married to the game, different birds be my boo BSB the game and cocaine get us through The bad time, the good grind baby earn Now everybody of here straight like a perm