Sport

Aye two plus two that equals four

I'm riding around and I put it in sport

They say I am broke but the same people poor

I'm making it rain you can tell by the score

Count up the racks, count up the stacks

I have been down but fuck I am back

I got the map, where are you at?

Give me a beat, I'm gon spit on the track

I got the money and then come the woman

My lyrics cut deep you can feel the incision