Mdotformayor - The Pie Lyrics
feat. Mibbs (Pac Div) & Add-2Just a moment I've been gone but now, baby, it's onI'm on my own clocking, I know that I take too longGot *****es calling me soft, haters say we fell offBut they know that nothing pops in A Town if we not involvedKeep my mouth shut and got my eyes openI'm tryna help you out like 'hey, you're fly's open'I'm tired of bogus niggas getting by with bogus shitLike it's inspiring when that shit sound like some Bobby Rosen shitWe're back on our grind, I set rappers on my mindI go dash all on your back and I go past you double timeI'm 100 miles and running, working like a husbandDoing absolutely fine, now I'm working on my stomachIndependent rapping and I'm working with a budgetBust it open like the stock market and watch your money plummet***** it, niggas gotta fry, snitches gotta dieGive it up, give it up, give it up the pieI'm just tryna get my hustle and my money rightI'm tryna get my hustle and my money rightHere come that, here come that, here come that cashHere come that, I got wax out my assHere come that, here come that, here come that cashHere come that, I got wax out my assWoke up to the dollar bills with a foreign ***** in them Prada heelsAll I think about is getting to it, only real niggas how I feel*****, get some act right, I'm busy getting my cash rightHustle hard in my past life, I ain't slept since last nightI'm going, going, going, going hard till I flat lineNeck working on the golf course, nigga I'm on my back nineJust landed in TurkeyYeah, nigga, I'm that flyPurple label, tailored shoes, I'm some hot G with a black tieGod damn it, I'm neck high, try to get my racks highI don't trust nobody, I see everything like a black lieZero to a hero, nothing towards somethingActing like De Niro, my Hugo looking lovelyI'm looking for them *****es with their own shitYeah, I'm 'bout that dough, you can tell by this, goYou can tell by my clothes, holly shit, I'm fresh to deathGod bless my soulI'm just tryna get my hustle and my money rightI'm tryna get my hustle and my money rightHere come that, here come that, here come that cashHere come that, I got wax out my assHere come that, here come that, here come that cashHere come that, I got wax out my assI say I'm back and here we go on that trap and rapTryna make a crack that we living in a trapWe just tryna make hits like a nigga with a batAnd y'all don't run, shit, you get fatYeah, man, y'all I mean, I mean businessMatter fact I be on that dough like a Jehovah's WitnessBut they sad when they hear a nigga spitBut they sad when a nigga get richMoney, money, money, money make the world go roundI'm getting mine so you better get yoursMind sharper than a switch bladeAnd I'm insane in the membraneAnd I'm sitting by fly, one way, matter with a planeTaking off like a sick dayWhat? No days off, no days off, keep 'em in lineWe stayed up, I just play hard at the play offsThen I kill them off like Adolf, thinking y'all niggas like made offSinging AC AGO, a wrap up band the way we goYeah, we go, the way we flow, tell me when I go like E for allMibbs in here, check, Dot in here, check, I'm Add-2, I'm on my shit like a to do listAll I get is, well you know
