SpaceJam ft. FMB LongMoney Lyrics

Ima call this bitch SpaceJam

Prices high yeah they jump out the gym

You smoking mid you ain’t touching the rim

Young nigga eating I know that I’m slim

Get so much work done I feel like Lil Kim

I keep my nine on me like it’s my wallet

Reach for my pockets I go for my pockets

I’m in the front like the driver and pilot

Yeah that bitch fine but she got a little mileage

King of the city on this shit I’m modest

Don’t want a bad bitch I need me a goddess

I took my flow got it tailored and polished

I graduated ain’t stepped in a college

Ya potna a pussy he diss on the net

See me in person like we never met

He say that it’s up then it’s up that’s a bet

I did some shit I should probably regret

Bitch I been winning they know I’m a threat

Throw up the west like I throw up a set

Smoking on Welches I’m high as a jet

Reply to you dry but she over here wet

Linked up with Iso and Long now it’s on

I call an iso bitch I’m in my zone

I ran my racks up do not hit my phone

Free all my niggas I hope they come home

Linked up with Knight but I trap in the day

Endzone gun on my hip and I’m safe

Since you disrespect me, behind my back

When I see you this gun in ya face

Told 12 fuck that 15 on that case

Cause I’m tryna smoke that Lil boy broad day

I’m in the streets in the streets where I stay

Catch a opp, ima hop out and send him away

Used to hop on the plane with the pounds in my luggage

I took a L tryna ship through the mail

Life come with losses and life come with lessons (L’s)

Once I get my blessing I’m giving em hell

Bring the plug 30 racks I get like 20 P’s

Selling that gas like I work at the Shell

Just know I’m coming home, know I’m not sitting long

If they give me a bond in jail

One thing about me you know I don’t follow

Act broke but ima get to the dollar

I ‘member back then them hoes turned me down

They gone be mad when I get a Mulatto

Fuck a bitch once then I pass her and roll her

One thing about me can’t save her can’t hold her

Tryna come back cause I pop like I soda

She love when I hit from the front and I choke her

They thought it was over forgot ima soldier

Knowing that money stack up like a folder

Smoke a 3.5 in the morning like Folgers

She say I’m distant she wanna get closer

I say I’m different I’m tryna get closure

Stallion like Megan I tell her bend over

I put my city right over my shoulders

Made me a name now I’m popping like soda

I’m in the hood I ain’t moved yet

And I’m still winning I ain’t lose yet

2 bad bitches I can’t choose yet

I ain’t showed the thick one my moves yet

Keep a P when fucking with me that’s all I can ask

Looking for meit’s easy to see I’m all in my bag

Linked up with Long but they come up short

Feeling like Kobe when I’m on the court

Run up the score no matter the sport

When we get alert, these niggas abort