Tween Cross Tween Lyrics
Here we go again
Right
Look
Look
Record label try and handin’ me a contract, I spit on it
It ain’t at least 30 million then I ain’t signin’ shit on it
I push the AMG G Wagon to kid on it
The black and gold Maybach truck with the mirror tint on it
Any collaborations you know what Machine did on it
I only got on them n***** songs so I could shit on it
You the type n**** takin’ your baby momma stimulus
And lose it all at the dice game you ‘posed to be flippin’ it
The young boys on demon time they gremlin
And you know I’ma be the one sendin’ them
Machine back bitch, nobodies illest with the syllables and synonyms
My women friends rock Prada boots, don’t fuck with Timberlands
Yeah the instrumental get hit with back trucks when I go in on it
These internet n***** act tough, ’till you run into them
Push up on n***** big strap what, they actin’ inocent
They tremblin’ the flow is like Kyrie dribblin’
Tween cross tween, step back they shot our drill again
Oh there he go again, showin’ off on a beat without a pin again
Showin’ you nobody fuckin’ with him again
Excuse me if I rake a couple million and I’m tryna see what that’s ’bout
Excuse me if I rake a couple million and I’m tryna see what that’s ’bout
Yeah, you can play all you want I’ma grind (I’ma grind) trust me I got money on mind
Excuse me if I rake a couple million and I’m tryna see what that’s ’bout
Told you we really killin’, squeeze at your cap then really feel it
Then pee on your hat like a Philly’s fitted
In Miami with the heat in the bucket, I’m Jimmy wit’ it
When I shoot it in your face like Curry then shimmy wit’ it n****
Ayo I don’t think these fuck n***** listenin’ properly
Got so much cash out the deal they considered it robbery
I don’t want to hear you broke n***** ‘if’s’ and your ‘probably’s’
Ain’t postin’ drip on the Gram no more, ’cause them n***** just watch me
And put emojis in my commas then n***** go copy
That’s why my style switch soon as they figure they got me
Look at what this vision done got me
Flew my bitch from Buffalo to Vegas, she licking me sloppy
About a million of chips when we hit the Belagi
Plus I know she never ever been in a Ferrari
No pizza and wings baby we gon’ get calamari
You ain’t Nicki Minaji bitch then you isn’t a Barbie
80 pointers my jewelers tryna fit in my Cartis
My young bitch like to fuck me and listen to Carti
Know a old head that had bricks… Nintendo Atari
Wearin’… while he cookin’
I call that n**** Omari
Never played the NBA game but I’m richer than Barkley
… why these n***** gon’ starve me?
Excuse me if I rake a couple million and I’m tryna see what that’s ’bout
Excuse me if I rake a couple million and I’m tryna see what that’s ’bout
Yeah, you can play all you want I’ma grind (I’ma grind) trust me I got money on mind
Excuse me if I rake a couple million and I’m tryna see what that’s ’bout