Lyrics
Eh, who that? (Janka)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah
Alright, I got it
T Stead look, huh
Look yeah (okay)
Full court press or full blitz, we're going all out
It don't matter any time of day I came to ball out
We TTG never ducking smoke or any call out
Better be ready to go to war until we fall out
Zero to sixty like Ludacris, we came to roll out
You know I got to get my cheque
So please don't make me hold out
Bust down Cuban, a summer day I make it cold out
Huh, they was hot then now they cold now (cold now)
Left wrist dripping I got it froze now
Went from rags to riches, check the clothes now (designer)
My name heavy, all across the globe now (T Stead)
We ain't playing HBCU, I strike up the bands (go, huh)
Stepping on them like a Que dog or an alpha man
In Miami, hard rock jumping like a rock band
You know me I love my green and cheese like a packers fan
I'm a player, gotta keep player how the game go
With the steppers, I ain't gotta tell them they just trained to go
Calling plays, and I'm calling shots like the head coach
First class or we take the private, we don't do coach
They was hot then, now they cold now (cold now)
They was hot then, now they cold now (cold now)
Huh, they was hot then, now they cold now
Dirty! Yeah, you know, we're global with it (yeah, why?)
Black fit limo tint, you don't know who in it (presidential)
Whole team having motion world know who winnin' (forever winnin')
I'm known for handling business
These other dudes known for dissin' (they just be talkin')
Big motion boy, big vibing boy
Tell them pipe that loud talk down 'cause they ain't making noise
Yeah, homie, we them boys, who they be preaching 'bout
If you see LT around, real ballers bound to make a crowd, legend tribe
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I knock 'em down three in a row
From the streets straight to the field
From the field right to the show
All my dogs is trained to go
Make sure my people don't work no more
Been let down so many times and stabbed in my back
I swear it don't hurt no more
Got dirt all on my hands
But I still wash 'em and count this money
Had to stop rocking so many chains
I was trying to work out, and it hurt my stomach
I get them wrapped, that boy a mummy
Black on black this Maybach dummy
When times are dark, we still on the block
Around the clock now my life's sunny
I had to make it out
Rest in peace to Dolph, I took that paper route
Wanted some more land and on the dough
And bought my neighbour's house
I had done so many favours for some people feel like I'm favoured out
No eating in, we're taking out
Same people who was cheering they're hating now
But so what
Dan Marino seats inside of this Rolls truck, they're dolphin blue
Big homie y'all little boys better remember who you're talking to
It gon' cost you like a 50 for me and the gang, and we're just walking through
We're counting money often too