Risk Taker

Seeing Green

Shut Up (prod. Jay Anthony)

Welcome To The Era

Ended Up Ballin

Past Midnight

Cancel Deeez Nutz

My Nyk Cortez (feat. Mr. White Dogg)

Torah

Tale of Whitney’s Plug

Palm Trees & Roses

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Uh, yeah (Let’s go)
I don’t do talkin’, I live it (Woo)
Checks in my hand, I flip it (Huh)
Tell me who realer, admit it (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah (Pow!)

[Verse 1]
I just walked in with a bag (Huh)
Money so clean, need a rag (Woo)
They talk on the net, I just laugh (Go)
See me in person, they lag (Uh)
I don’t do cappin’ or actin’ (Nah)
If I say it, I mean it, no lackin’ (Yeah)
She hit my line, she distractin’ (Brrr)
Tell her “relax,” I’m in traffic (Skrrt)

She say she love how I talk (Huh)
Love how I move when I walk (Woo)
Said her lil’ man just a fraud (Yeah)
He tryna copy the sauce (Nah)
Told her don’t trip, just ride (Let’s go)
I make deposits, no slide (Huh)
Hundreds get thrown in the sky (Woo)
I got no limit, no tie (Go)

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at the chain, it’s dancin’ (Bling)
Look at the whip, I’m prancin’ (Skrrt)
They say they real, they actin’ (Huh)
Money keep flippin’, gymnastics (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I’m too lit, no stoppin’ (Let’s go)
I don’t do small talk, just profit (Uh)
Bands in the bag, no wallet (Yeah)
I’ma go off like a rocket (Pow)
Too much ice, I’m glowin’ (Brrr)
Too much cash, not foldin’ (Woo)
I just keep runnin’ and runnin’ (Uh)
Whole lotta money, no fumblin’ (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
She hit my phone, need attention (Uh)
I’m at the bank, gotta mention (Yeah)
I don’t do love, I do business (Woo)
She say I’m cold, it’s the riches (Huh)
I don’t be beefin’ with clowns (Nah)
I just be stackin’ these pounds (Yeah)
City to city, I’m flyin’ (Woo)
Private jet seats, reclinin’ (Go)

She want a pic, I’m like, “Maybe” (Huh)
Tell her don’t play with me, baby (Woo)
I got a crib out in Cali (Yeah)
Pool in the back like the navy (Skrrt)
I don’t be stressin’ ‘bout nothin’ (Nah)
I just be countin’ these hunnids (Woo)
I hit the mall, drop a fifty (Go)
Then I just act like it’s nothin’ (Pow)

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at the chain, it’s dancin’ (Bling)
Look at the whip, I’m prancin’ (Skrrt)
They say they real, they actin’ (Huh)
Money keep flippin’, gymnastics (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I’m too lit, no stoppin’ (Let’s go)
I don’t do small talk, just profit (Uh)
Bands in the bag, no wallet (Yeah)
I’ma go off like a rocket (Pow)
Too much ice, I’m glowin’ (Brrr)
Too much cash, not foldin’ (Woo)
I just keep runnin’ and runnin’ (Uh)
Whole lotta money, no fumblin’ (Yeah)

[Bridge]
I do what I want, they copy (Woo)
Big boy flex, no hobby (Huh)
Too much sauce, no sloppy (Nah)
Hundred-round drum, no stoppin’ (Pow)
I make the plays, no coachin’ (Go)
Money too long, no foldin’ (Yeah)
She wanna ride, no rollin’ (Woo)
I tell her chill, I’m focused (Huh)

[Verse 3]
I got the game in a lock (Yeah)
I do not trip, I just stock (Uh)
Walk in the club, they flock (Woo)
I hit the lot, drop top (Skrrt)
They tryna figure my wave (Huh)
I just be countin’ for days (Woo)
I don’t do minimum wage (Nah)
Only see hunnids, no change (Go)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
They be like, “Damn, he too smooth” (Huh)
She wanna slide, no pool (Woo)
I got a crib with a view (Yeah)
Yeah, haha
We out...

No Fumblin' [Prod. PMO Music]

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