SWEET Lyrics

I'm dropping bombs on the niggas that tried to play me sweet

How you niggas running the game and all y'all got lazy feet

When it's time to put in the work you just sit around

Then you try to play me close just to say that you held it down

Boy stop it

I don't associate my self wit leech niggas

I'd rather move wit bosses low key and discreet niggas

But you rather flash ya money and claim you a street nigga

Yet you moving like a hoe you belong to the streets nigga, ah

Find you a circle not secretly plotting to hurt you

Somebody talking slick they don't even think to alert you

They handle it themselves and check em for disrespecting

They ain't playing middle man delivering a different message

You only hear about it when niggas apologize

Everything Cash Money I'm stunna for dollar signs

Nah I ain't evil Knievel no stunts for the dollar sign

My neck is a light show lil baby I gotta shine

Ready to cop me some land

Stacking it now don't want an advance

In order to get to the money you gotta stay hungry my nigga and stick to the plan

As a man provide for ya own

Carry concealed I'm toting the chrome

One in the head then two off the top

Man it's only right that I aim for the dome

Background checks on the people you steady checking for

Tell me what's the purpose of all the people you flexing for

Will they cosigns put some money in ya pockets

And If the answer is no, then it's prolly time to stop it lil nigga