Turn My Scale On

Hopped up out the bed. Turn my scale on
Took a look in the mirror said whats up?
Yeah,. I’m getting money, ohhhh
Hopped up out the bed. Turn my scale on
Took a look in the mirror said whats up?
Yeah,. I’m getting money, oh ohhhhh
They say the hood lookin' for you
Time to bounce back
Gotta feed the streets,
Ya' understand your contract?
Right here, page 1, paragraph 3
Do what the fuck you gotta do
Nigga just feed the streets
Remember when i tried to pay 28 bads?
Had the nerve to be short 28 grams
don’t need to check your phone
Somebody stole one
Say what the fuck you wanna say
somebody owe one
Good dick, tattoos'
Bitches like that
Talk to them any kind of way
The bitches like that
They say its all about the fit.
I say the right hat
They say its all about the kicks
I say the right stack
(chorus 2x)
I feel like stunning' tonight
Got all my chains on
Ain’t nobody touch shit
that’s my theme song
And if you ain’t get money
Then your theme’s wrong
And if you ain’t dream living
Then you dream wrong
White floors, white brick
that’s my dream house
100 bricks the long way,
that’s my dream couch
Can you imagine me just sitting on dem shits
Wait for the drop to roll around
Make a killin off of dem shits
Man its such a beautiful day
do some lawn work
if ya mention ya’ll dead,
that’s why my arm hurt,
23 for the B,
thats that Lebron work,
home invaders don’t know how the law work.
Turn my scale on, onnn (repeat x6)