CEO Trayle – Making $ Is Me Lyrics
Artist: CEO Trayle
Song: Making $ Is Me
(Ayy, you right, man, making money is me)
I high speed, APD yet again, know I got away (Got away)
You know what they say, live to drive another day, uh (Skrrt, skrrt)
You know how we play, armored cars, we clutch K’s (Ayy)
What gun you gon’ wear today? Uh, I grew up this way (Blaow)
I can’t trust nobody, get my son for Mothers Day (On Mothers Day)
Ayy, know I had to make a great escape the other day (Ayy)
Had to jump my own back fence, n#gg# (Ayy)
Said we ranned out of Snowman so we started smokin’ Pluto (On Pluto)
With these b#tches, you know how it go, first I go, you go (You go)
You know Big C4 say he the boss, but he not Hugo (Hugo)
Told my b#tch to stay exclusive, but I need like two hoes (Like two hoes)
n#gg#, you know how it go (How it go)
I was trappin’ at that Texaco on Washington Road (On Washington Road)
Set the block on fire, I got a Glock, they got a switch on that (Grrt, baow)
Big Boss C4, he the taker, he not gettin’ that back (Gettin’ that back)
Ayy, say he know me, you don’t really know me
You know I spinned this sh#t a couple times (Ayy)
Just because I ain’t been active in a minute (Minute)
This n#gg# think I’m finished (Ayy)
How you rappin’ on a song and n#gg#s think you dissin’? (Oh, how?)
But I ain’t beefin’ with no n#gg#s that I’m sendin’ on these missions
It’s a witness on that scene, then I’m schemin’ on that witness (I’m schemin’)
Fifty P’s, I’m on my fitness (P’s)
Ayy, in the streets, it ain’t no difference
I’m a real street n#gg#, don’t need no gimmicks (Gimmicks)
And everything I do, they mimic (They mimic)
I know these f#ck n#gg#s don’t like us (They don’t like us)
They say that mimicking is flattering, so bite me (So bite me)
I got a striker, I see police, then I’m striking (Then I’m striking)
Ayy, I’m Master P up on Camp Creek, high speed, no license (Ain’t no license)
Smokin’ deep, my coffin be a ghost, I’m poltergeisting (I’m poltergeisting)
This an Audemars, no Breitling (A Breitling)
I was stealin’ cars, you was in the house on Skype (On Skype)
Ayy, b#tch, I ain’t no flodge, see a bad b#tch, then I might dick (I might)
Ayy, a n#gg# lookin’ at me too crazy, now I up pipe, b#tch (Up pipe)
Ayy, know it may sound crazy, but I ain’t never f#cked no white b#tch (Never)
Take care of my block, gave two hundred to the Heights, b#tch (Two hundred)
Ayy, make sure I got Percs ‘fore I pop outside on my light sh#t (My light)
Ayy, know she wanna f#ck, she steady starin’ at my ice, b#tch (My ice)
All these bad b#tches be in my hair just like lice, b#tch (Like lice)
Remember I was broke, remember I ain’t have no lights, b#tch (No lights)
Ayy, ran off on the plug with twenty bags, use no pipe, b#tch (Up twenty)
I was smokin’ Pooh Bear, my AP in traffic bright, b#tch
Ayy, a b#tch had thought that I was tryna f#ck, you ain’t my type, b#tch (Ain’t my f#ckin’ type, b#tch)
Ayy, her friend say, “You Big Boss C4,” I told her, “That’s right, b#tch” (I said, “That’s right, b#tch”)
Ayy, her friend say, “Where you finna go?” I say, “On a flight, b#tch” (I say, “On a flight, b#tch”)
Ayy, and you should know that these shoes Prada, I don’t wear no Mikes, b#tch (Prada Papi, white b#tch)
And then you know I Fendi’d my collar, it’s only right, ayy (It’s only right)
I can’t put no b#tch up with paper, no, that ain’t right, ayy (Nah, I ain’t doin’ that)
And I be with the killers and takers, know it’s on sight, ayy (Know they on sight)
I had to give a blick to my neighbors, say join the fight, ayy (Say join the fight)
Amiri on my jeans, I’m a skater, they on that tight sh#t (They on that tight sh#t)
(Money Makin’ Miles)
Ayy, Big Boss C4, n#gg#
Yeah
Ayy
You know what?
Makin’ money is me, man
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Release Year: 2020