Victor Wembenyana Lyrics

Like Victor Wembenyana

Gon' stack my money, Uh-huh

Yeah, gon' stack my money seven feet like Victor Wembenyana

Alright, let me talk my shit

Ayy, Yo brother snaked you for some cheese, that is not your partner

Stack the money seven feet like Victor Wembenyana

You won't catch me dropping down for none, just like the floor hot lava

Walk in and roll me up a J, no I don't rock no flocka

A hundred hits right in the row, gon' make a brand new column

No, it don't got shit to do with me, so no, it's not my problem

Got ninety days to stack up paper, I won't see you tomorrow

Bro broke her heart like Shaq did to Glass, now she got rebound trauma

They started to say I was falling off, I hit a rebound on them

Got somethin' expensive for the jeans, they and the tee Ralph Lauren

Locally everyone know my name and now the world gon' know it

Hit the ATM, pulled out the limit, the bank don't want me blowing it

Life was at a standstill, so I had got motion

Got ADD, so I can't stand still, I'm running up some more shit

Exotic za done took my soul, I'm out my body floating

Everybody cut they cameras off, but I'ma keep on rolling

Keep talking bout the way I ball, you'd think you Stephen A

The doctor told me that I'm sick as fuck, I need a CNA

Initially I wasn't trying rap, but it's in my DNA

When I pull out these blue faces, can't wait to see they face

Expensive steak on every plate, so let me say my grace

Smoke choking, coughing in this bitch like the bubonic plague

I one up everything you do, like I pulled out a ace

Know when I talk, it make me cash money, like I'm signed with Wayne

Gon' put that money on the floor, like what Latto say?

Told cuz to chill out on the road, he trying not to rage

I'll just run up another page if they block my main

Extra terrestrial in the J, smoke gon' rock your brain

Bro got a couple screws loose, ready to crash away

No, I ain't sleeping for a second if the bag away

They keep on trying to shoot me down, like the ladder game

Locked in, the key to win is don't hit the backwards space

Yeah, shit

Ha, ha

I'm, finna hit that dance, I'm finna fuck, mm-hmm,

Alright, yeah

Ayy, Yo brother snaked you for some cheese, that is not your partner

Stack the money seven feet like Victor Wembenyana

You won't catch me dropping down for none, just like the floor hot lava

Walk in and roll me up a J, no I don't rock no flocka

A hundred hits right in the row, gon' make a brand new column

No, it don't got shit to do with me, so no, it's not my problem

Got ninety days to stack up paper, I won't see you tomorrow

Bro broke her heart like Shaq did to Glass, now she got rebound trauma

Bitch

Ha ha