H&M Lyrics

businessman I'm the flight in the meeting

Sick of East Tennessee, They chicken isn't seasoned

I got all the answers, you would think a nigga cheatin

Boy, fuck them kids, I don't give a damn about her fetus

Niggas hatin' on me, shit, remember that they hated Jesus

Forty hangin' on me just so you can fuckin' see it

Shorty drive me crazy, yeah, she need a CDL

Twelve ridin' on me, I'ma crash fore' I see a jail

I know that she don't wipe her ass good she got a BBL

You a rat for that cheese, boy, I bet you

fiend to tell

It don't matter who I'm hangin' with, just

know we bringin' hell I got the sauce, gang, got the shells, we

like Taco Bell Was almost trippin' on the bitch, gang, caught

me before I fell Why your name PC?

Cause I got them Perkys in my Cells Long scope, this that shit that killed a Kennedy

How you in yo' duffy, when you sellin' weed for 10 a G

If you puttin' mayo on yo' burger, you my enemy

If you askin' for the realest nigga, then they sendin' me

Greed shouldn't even be a sin if you askin' me

I'll steal off on this 8th, ain't no taxin' me

I know he want his bae, she too busy relaxin' me

I need all the loot, nigga, don't try to fracture me

could never be the middleman, don't try to Malcolm me

Spittin' too much real, niggas bound to try to caption me

My life a movie, you can guess who wrote the script

Nope, I ain't hit the coochie, left a mess up on her the lip

Bitch, we fuckin' up the mall and left a mess on every strip

I can't even go outside unless a Wesson on my hip

I can't po' no mo, that shit'll have me rested with a sip

Want your life to be like mine, I got a lesson and some tips

Damn, Taurus, boy, you right, they outta luck, bro

Goin' out like Adam 22, they some cuckholes

Yeah, you on your period, but you can still suck, though

I'm really not too curious about her, I duck hoes

I'm focused on truckloads of bands comin' in

To buy that Bentley in rose gold Or maybe just a chain, put a nigga on Frozone

The shit I'm rollin' might just fuck up the ozone

Hot nigga, leave the house without a fuckin' coat on

You in love with her, but you stuck up in the bro zone

Told her that my fingers gettin' tired, turn the rose on

They say, damn Jay, you rappin'? yes, bitch, I need a meal

I ain't talkin' money, I'm a skinny nigga, need a meal

Every time I see my grandma, she say, Jay you ate a meal?

I say, damn, grandma, I'm just skinny, yes, I ate a meal

When I make a mill, I'ma be the same nigga, rockin' H&M

And fuck a chain, nigga, I won't sign a label deal

Shit, not a fairytale, patience is a virtue and I learned that very well

My cheese up like I got commission with the dairy sales

Boy, you stuck up in a cycle like a Ferris wheel

Or a carousel, yeah, I got the secret, nigga, I won't ever tell