The Sit Down (feat. Babyface Ray)

Aye, it ain't shit to talk about nothin'

Cashed out on it, I ain't have to walk it down

I got money on deck, I ain't gotta call around

I be fleein' from them bitches 'fore I ever toss it out

You tryna turn your body to a faucet, huh

Tell them labels, don't come petty, I come from the block

****, you ain't got no paper, you your fuckin' opp

Tell lil' baby, weigh your options, you gon' fuck or not?

Yeah, this shit hanging out my pocket, got it from the opps

When you clink them **** out, just bought another month

If he have that stick, then we gon' cut him down

Gotta go re-up again 'cause I keep runnin' out

Yeah, these **** rap cap (Pussy)

Hit him in his head and knock his hat backwards

I just bought a Cuban, cost a scat package

I can't argue with no **** ain't in my tax bracket

We can argue 'bout the prices, I'ma still tax you

Still call 'em players, like I'm Phil Jackson

Yeah, that Palm Angels fits me like a Nike Tech

Cut into a bad bitch like, tell me, what's the price for that?

I wouldn't call it cheatin' 'cause she wrote me, I ain't write her back

Said she wanna fuck me 'cause I like to flex

Hit 'em with that Rolls 'cause I like to stretch

We gon' wipe that **** nose 'cause he look like he sick, ****

It's forty on my wrist, match my waist

Thirty in that Big Mac, I'm safe

Leaves blue slips on that Drac'

Hunnid

Twenty on my lawyer, fuck my case

Twenty on me that I just made

I ain't even gotta touch my bank