Jay Infrared - Team
I got a bad Asian bitch riding in the Honda CivicWindows tinted
When I pull up to the function is she with it? Ion know
But I guess ill find out
Blow the whistle time out
When I pull up in the city shined out
Cause I got it on my own, I ain't never needed help
And I'm thinking bout the future every time I think of wealth
When I look up in the mirror Ion see nobody else
Feel the ice up on my heart, heat it up and watch it melt
Bitch I keep it true
The number eight plus ninety two,
Every bad bitch walking in the room, what it do?
Yea I'm coming home with you
Ima leave without a clue
If I cannot save this money why you think I'd save you?
Hell naw, no way
I ain't got no soul mate
Only got Ben frank and for him, it's no wait
It's a cold, cold world, yea a real snowflake
So I need it all now, I can never donate
We in the backseat
Running up them bands like a track meet
None of you can pass me
I'm flexin like an athlete
Hoe keep your fingers crossed
Size you up, give me the ball
Infrared he keep the sauce
Making sure the team is on
Team is on, making sure the team is on
Team is on, making sure the team is on
Team is on, making sure the team is on
Team is on, making sure the team is on
I'm bout to make a mockery out the ones who were mocking me
It's bout to be a robbery, modestly, I be clocking cheese
I know that they ain't fond of me
Cause I be grinding constantly
My mind is like an odyssey
Making this money flock to me
I'm probably the highest in every building I'm in
I'm just trying to make a living up in the city of sin
Everyone who did me wrong, I ain't coming for revenge
But you ain't getting no dap, and I ain't bout pretend
This is me
I put my soul on the beat
And you better listen close cause I ain't bout to repeat
Getting money is the mission, the hustle is my degree
Every morning I wake up, I got a daily routine
It goes M.O.B
Get up and get that cheese
Fuck on a bitch and her friend don't let em hit my weed
And they say life is a game well just know I got the key
And I ain't giving it up until the day I'm deceased
We in the backseat
Running up them bands like a track meet
None of you can pass me
I'm flexin like an athlete
Hoe keep your fingers crossed
Size you up, give me the ball
Infrared he keep the sauce
Making sure the team is on
Team is on, making sure the team is on
Team is on, making sure the team is on
Team is on, making sure the team is on
Team is on, making sure the team is on
Written by:
Jay Infrared
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