Spike Lee ft. R3 DA Chilliman Lyrics

Spilling syrup on my pants, I think I need sleep

Clearly I'm a sly nigga, he ain't seen me

Givenchy shirt cost me a grip with this a White T

Too much drink in my system, I need a IV

I got game, I'm shooting niggas like I'm Spike Lee

It's crazy how niggas don't like me, but like my type beats

A ounce of cookies, I'm smoking, I need some more leafs

Lean junkie, I'm pouring, I only want cream

Drive the Wraith like a trackhawk, I got road rage

Just got money, but I'm on my grind, so I want more pape

But these niggas pockets got no dollars, why they watching me

Stars on the roof, big chain, I'm in a countin' G's

I took his bitch, can't get her back, I got lots of dough

I'm in the trap, teaching lessons, what you wanna know

I don't pay his chain no attention, It don't weigh nothing

Niggas see we got tension, but don't say nothing

She wanna go on shopping sprees, tryna penny pinch her

Niggas tell her fairy tales, I really live this shit

Her ass fat, I bossed her up, cause she bad enough

I'm counting Money, Niggas mad, they ain't had enough

Gucci bucket hat, the shoes, say Gucci too

Heavy blowers, heavy cubans, when we pushing through

Cover your eyes, my jewlery dance, this is a light show

The drakeo sitting on my lap, cause it's a micro

Spilling syrup on my pants, I think I need sleep

Clearly I'm a sly nigga, he ain't seen me

Givenchy shirt cost me a grip with this a White T

Too much drink in my system, I need a IV

I got game, I'm shooting niggas like I'm Spike Lee

It's crazy how niggas don't like me, but like my type beats

A ounce of cookies, I'm smoking, I need some more leafs

Lean junkie, I'm pouring, I only want cream