Muggsy Bogues

I pulled up in the Muggsy Bogues with the pennies 'Cause I'm short on time, so don't be short on a penny In our New York, they would envy the flavor Now it's a bunch of white girls callin' delis bodegas Elegant player, guys they call relevant major Look to me for how I be steppin' and gamblin' So I'm like, "Relevant to who?" Because I'm not watchin' I feel like Jeff Van Gundy yellin', "Stop floppin'" Own the company, they ain't even got stock options When you timeless, you don't care if you not poppin' (Please) Married to this fly shit, I got Poppins Haters got a list mile long and shit, they not stoppin' Shots droppin', out here sippin' Scotch like I'm Ron Swanson How you sign a deal to act gangster with a cop option? (Wow) New day, new work Straight sauce like the drums Couldn't see the kick make the groove work When clicks is the new worth, the risk to be true hurts I live this, I'd lose first 'Fore I'd win cuttin' corners just to up the score Obstacles gon' pop at you, just gotta budget for 'em But look at the impression that the passion make I guess there was a method to my madness, ayy Huh, I pulled up in the Chris Mullin St. John's 'cause the storm comin' I see a lot of lightning, but I don't hear the thunder though You gotta let it roll I already told you I'm short on time Fuck your lil' clicks, we do more offline Bitch, I'm in a zone, why you so pressed? Give me what I'm owed, not a cent less This ain't Morse code, say what you mean The money come first, but the paper too green (Yeah) There gotta be somethin' more that I'm runnin' towards than the wind Snapback, but I'm well-fitted, F it, oh well, figured (Uh-huh) I wish 'em well while I'm throwin' pennies at well-wishers You'll get it later, I'm blunt with flavor like stale Swishers Smoke with the switcher, that five stick you in Hell quicker All hail the Riddler, the hell he raise, and to Hell with you (Ah) Split up the clique 'cause they all switch, no heil Hitler The island get you, no Gilligan's like, "Aye, Skipper" Make sure your men know I'm the wave like, "Bye, Ginger" Don't be a boat rocker, cutter shot both choppers Old shot that got your ears ringin', that's a door knocker Blow dropper, I go a cappella like the old opera Flow proper, I say absolute like this the old vodka I feel at home, partner You and your partners be at home, got you waitin' on that bag You some home shoppers Showtime to a show watcher I show the parts where they show doctors 'bout to pull a plug I'm a show stopper On Harlem nights, I'm a globetrotter in gold Pradas Plus the gold standard, my gold diggers and Goldschläger Two minds craft, so me and Marlon can craft a monster That chupacabra, the shooter come with the Uber driver You not a rider, you and your sponsors still got 'em bonkers My coast is contra with D as hot as that block in Yonkers Not a mobster whose art of war is divide and conquer But I wear a fitted like Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca I already told you I'm short on time Fuck your lil' clicks, we do more offline Bitch, I'm in a zone, why you so pressed? Give me what I'm owed, not a cent less This ain't Morse code, say what you mean The money come first, but the paper too green There gotta be somethin' more that I'm runnin' towards than the wind