Slice It Lyrics

We gon' get it, whatever way you slice it or you dice it

Yeah, tip the waiter of 50, coulda got more if she was politer

Yeah, your car is cool, but I think that ours is nicer

Yeah, I pulled up in some sweats, chillin', but I still enticed her

Yeah, scroll thru telegram chats, comparing packs and prices

Make the right decision with precision, flip it times three

I was broke back then, but that's behind me

If you getting taxed, you gotta find a way to get it cheap

And don't forget to account for all the karma

Money be the root, but the bitch should be the biggest problem

Gotta watch your back, dawg, cause it can be a niggas prolly

They say the game is easy, but the shit can get you killed man

I been chasing mils man

Made a lot of money, but I know this shit ain't real, man

God can say it's done, I'm on the streets without a meal man

So I thank him and the vacuum ceiling, and don't forget the mailman

She said, Caleb you been healing slow

Told her baby going back to broke is what I fear the most

Coach put me in, passed the ball to bro

Told him here it go, I know the bitch deceived me years ago

I gotta let it go

Shit was simple back then, smoking blunts with Zelik Ak

Heading back to the crib, my big homie

Gave me work and asked me, what can I flip

Yeah, we made a lot of money, but the plugs was taxing

Those was better times

Baby asked me if I'm finna sweat her, but I told her nah

Polo teddy sweater, Ralph denim on

Yeah, I see the boy was hungry, so I went ahead and put em on

Yeah, she know if I said it, then she trust me and my word is lawbond

Peanut butter leather, push a start and a color calm

Yeah, baby asked me when I'm coming home, cause I'm never around

See a 10 on the table, and you know I'm finna double down

We gon' get it, whether you slice it or you dice it

Waiter asked me how I like my steak, I told him light pink

Niggas always cutting off their plugs, I make the price sink

Out the country, hitting me a stiizy til the light

Baby said she done with all my games and my hijinks

On the plane, Gary on my carry, make the aisle stink

She asked me Forti can I drop my hoes? I told her I'll think

She complained about the niggas she was with, them niggas sound cheap

Calibrate the scale, have it set to P's

If the rats is in the house, you gotta set the cheese

Bitch she said she wanna take a break, I'd probably help her leave

She said that Forti did her wrong, whatever help her sleep

Producers want me on the song, I probably help the beat

Posche 911 turbo never step the streets

And if you ain't talking money than we keep it brief

Yeah, we gon' get it whether you slice it or you dice it