Richard Nixon Lyrics

I really ain't in it for money

You hit me for features I promise it's free

Saying you want to rap hard well

Ain't no body rapping it harder or better than me

Running like Russel Wilson

Speakers so loud that I fumbled the beat

But I'm bringing it back like I'm Richard Nixon

Comet, Cupid, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, I might just fuck on a Vixen

Cash at stake we getting the blicks in

Opps and Jakes we bringing the blicks in

One call through and we get in position

One false move and you ended up missing

Painting the picture I call it prediction

Flying us out like we getting evicted

She taking dick like she getting addicted

All white coupe my windows tinted

Counting cash from oppositions

8 of wok in half a sprite

Call my bitch

A merry night

Ameri jeans and cherry sprite

Fitted leather keep it tight

Fitted sweater keep it light

Mary Jane we taking flight

Damn it's gone be

Uh

Damn it's gone be crazy night

Pour the lean then take a bite

Feeling dizzy I need a slight

Motivate and I up it right

These uppers got me faded all around me just some shaded lights

Then I pop half a perc and watch my verses reach amazing heights

Some shit I never seen

Swear to god my whole room jaded look around me and it's green

Heard that you been here before so say exactly what that mean

If I can't trust with my back then you just worthless to that team

I think you way out your league

Only thing I fight fatigue

I be shooting like I'm Steph but you be shooting like Jeff Teague

You might pass it to the ref get hit with techs and then you leave

I be talking out my shit while whipping Oldsmobile Intrigues

Uh

Senses keep on heightening

Scary very frightening

Pop out with my glick I'm bout to shoot it like it's lightening

Percocet enlightenment

These drugs that's in my system usually you'd need some licensing

This shit be too enticening

Uh

I really ain't in it for money

You hit me for features I promise it's free

Saying you want to rap hard well

Ain't no body rapping it harder or better than me

Running like Russel Wilson

Speakers so loud that I fumbled the beat

But I'm bringing it back like I'm Richard Nixon

Comet, Cupid, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, I might just fuck on a Vixen

Cash at stake we getting the blicks in

Opps and Jakes we bringing the blicks in

One call through and we get in position

One false move and you ended up missing

Painting the picture I call it prediction

Flying us out like we getting evicted

She taking dick like she getting addicted

Go