[Verse 1: Zivsick]
Put myself on blast
I been driving to a job that only pay me for the gas
Smoked another with my partner when she asked
“Baby, do you only date me for the grass?”
Lately you been acting crazy…
Can you pass it tho?
I’m just playing, now I’m past the dro
I keep a hundred, both halves are Cro
Your track is smoke? That’s laughable
It’s ass, you know, and as you know
Got Donna Karan on the jacket, bro, it’s cold
[Verse 2: Nolan Pilgrim]
Lipstick on my neck
Broad for broad hips, a Monet
None of y’all fit in my steps
None of y’all fits are impressive
Bitch give me my check
Signatures writ, ink is red
You in my neck of the woods
On my wood giving neck
Living cheque 1 to cheque 2
Life a microphone test
Old folks’ homes sold them left to old folks homes
Shit’s expensive, how’m I meant to get rent?
Expenses gon leave me in debt til I’m dead then come to hell to collect
[Verse 3: Zivsick]
I’m up in heaven, I went
To see the dogs and the Dons
But all I see are puppies
Now I’m pondering on
The time pass by, and the tick tock of the clock
Is getting louder every second, then stopped
That’s when I thought
You’d be lucky if I said that I’ll be pardoning you
You got nerds on your boot, licking
So I know I’m spittin’ like a martyr would do
But I’m harder than you
I love Lucy, I’m even more Riccardo than you
Yuck!
[Verse 4: Nolan Pilgrim]
Lipstick on my cheek
Y’all on my dick leave me be
Talk about living a dream
When y’all really asleep
Me and Zivsick in the weeds of it
Giving it cheap
There’s no getting it cheap
Please don’t let me repeat
Please don’t get it and weep
Disrespect is my peeve
All y’all leaving me seething
Bitch just let me be me
My instinct was to get set
Get rich and leave
But you get what you give
Ain’t a business scheme
[Hook: [a]lliot]
You’re here standing on your paper clocking 5’9
Can’t even afford a minute, don’t you waste my dime
Trailing kisses down my throat just like a warning sign
You wanna be on my team, well, baby, get in line
What’s good, what’s good
Who told you to move?
You seem to forget the notion that you got something to prove
Better get your ass in gear because you’re running out of time
You wanna be on my team, well, baby, get in line
[Verse 5: Nolan Pilgrim]
Lips stick to this bitch glued
Frisk shit we get into
I got a renaissance woman
Carved outta marble
Prolly modelled for Leonardo
Prolly picking portions with the apostles
Probably in Italy where the art go
Time apart her is hostile
Time together feel like a brothel
But she my pretty penny
I’m saving up for my lawful
I used up all my luck ending up with her
No more slots gold
Every hand fold
Baby I got a handful
And cold
Iced out the ball & chain
Where’d she go?
Where we go from here?
Where hot air blows
Though be careful
We’re not being careful
We tightly taught in a bow
See pairs who bound to rip apart
‘Cause they’re tearable
We out a fairy tail
No fair comparing tho
I’ll spend my whole career trying to say in full
[Verse 6: Zivsick]
Her lips quivering
Bitch I’m too sick with it
Ziv the tongue twister
This shit is so simple, man
They don’t believe us, the people are all simpletons
She my partner in crime, we not innocent
But in a sense, you know we copping it all
We shopping up at the mall
The dollars are getting small
I’m giving my dime piece a time piece
For all of the times we lost track of it
Always having a ball, shit
But I ain’t picking up when she call
I’m busy making a classic
Working in my absence
I know that my past was tense, but now it’s past tense
Promised her I’ll buy her a diamond with just the adsense
I keep my promises, man of my word
Man of my numbers, multiply, man, I’m a nerd
Damnit, I’m broke, I gotta put my capital first
Motherfuckers met their DOOM spouting capital words
[Hook: [a]lliot]
You’re here standing on your paper clocking 5’9
Can’t even afford a minute, don’t you waste my dime
Trailing kisses down my throat just like a warning sign
You wanna be on my team, well, baby, get in line
What’s good, what’s good
Who told you to move?
You seem to forget the notion that you got something to prove
Better get your ass in gear because you’re running out of time
You wanna be on my team, well, baby, get in line
[Outro: [a]lliot]
Ohhhh woahhhh
Get in li-i-ine
Mmmmm
(Who told you to move)
(Who told you to move)
(Who told you to move)
