PGA Lyrics

(Yea)

(Put that drink down bitch, you ain't sipping nothin)

She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind"

She already know, money all the time

But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying

You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime

Watch her glow down

Watch her go down

Yea I'm on the road now

She wanna go down

Really got a gold sound

No sign to slow down

PGA Tour

I feel like a pro now

Hometown, gotta rep it for the team, Van City

Used to play for United, I ain't talking Man City

Head down to waterfront, I keep couple bands with me

Don't care 'bout what the opps say, them boys can't get me

Not popping enough, no time for celebrating

I'm tryna make my mark, ain't talking exclamation

I feel the pressure raising, waiting on my hesitation

Full desperation, this rap shit so amazing

Spend everything I got for one night, (yea yea)

She like rich dudes, she got one type, (yea yea)

Cannot pull up with no music, un-hyped (yea yea)

I'd bring a speaker to a gun fight, (yea yea)

Lemme go check the stats

Lemme go check the stats

Lemme go run the math

Lemme go run the math

All my numbers adding up, your bitch ain't coming back

She finna rock with me and I might just take a crack

She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind"

She already know, money all the time

But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying

You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime

Watch her glow down

Watch her go down

Yea I'm on the road now

She wanna go down

Really got a gold sound

No sign to slow down

PGA Tour

I feel like a pro now

Came a long way from the Lexus

I got fans down in Texas

Imma have to get my Nexus (Uh uh)

Never had a wreck, I guess I'm wreck-less

In the car, don't do no texting

She gon' wait to get the message (Uh)

Sent it via Rogers, now I gotta dodge her

Jumping out the way like Frogger, big shit popper

Everytime I play this song, big whip knocker

Boy your chain look like copper, go and see your doctor

Neck green, check these or it's the check please

Way I'm ballin on you, I should win a ESPY

Booted up my DS, I need a SD

He can't test me, that boy rock a Nike Tech Fleece

Driving Talledaga nights, I feel like Ricky Bobby

Price on my head, bitch come and get the bounty

Gotta shut it down, she said she feel icky bout me

Communication seized, I can't have that bitch around me

She don't ever ask me, "What's on your mind"

She already know, money all the time

But I'm say it's her and I wouldn't be lying

You haven't seen her yet, my bitch a dime

Watch her glow down

Watch her go down

Yea I'm on the road now

She wanna go down

Really got a gold sound

No sign to slow down

PGA Tour

I feel like a pro now