2800 Rekap - W.A.M Lyrics

F*ck nigga
Yeah I keep me some WAM, nigga
That Walk Around Money
Walk Around Money
Wake up make a play
I fell in love with gettin' paid
Real nigga estate
If she wanna stay, she givin' face
Match The outfit with the k
Yeah, that's my evil twin today
Put a fully on the opp
And spray it, I ain't got to aim
Bitch in love with guap
Think I'm in love with Mary Jane
She gon' suck me out my socks
She must think I'ma buy her some things
F*ck I look like Splurgin' on some twat
Mm-mm, lil' bitch, you insane
Think I might just Splurge on my next cop
Mm-mm, might go to Johnny, dang
Ice, Ice, ice
Boy don't test me, I ain't Johnny
How the f*ck is you lookin' for me
When I'm deep in the streets, nigga, how you can't find me
Boy I be spittin' on beats and beatin' up tracks
F*ck up a song, Might f*ck off some racks
Post up in the lab, I feel like Dexter
Put the whole hood on the map
Put the whole hood on the GPS
Send shots to a nigga like UPS
Put belt to ass, when it come to spankin' these niggas
Like Khaled, Lil' Ho, we the best
Coupe paper tags when it come to bankin' lil' nigga
I swear I can't do nothin' less
Ho tryna keep tabs, told her if she keep doin' that
She gon' f*ck around and end up stressed
Stressed, stressed
Yeah, she stressed
Boy, I got these niggas stressed
Stressed, stressed
Lord, I'm blessed
F*ck nigga
Yeah, I'm blessed with the choppa, they better not step with no problems
This a problem solver
Pow, pow, pow
Pow, pow
Click, switch to the revolver
Nigga, you wanna be the middle man
You deep in some shit, don't even involve you
Glah, glah
Now you in the coffin, On God
I swim with piranhas and sharks
You swim with the dolphins and fishes
Heat shit up like a sauna, don't do too much talkin
It get wicked
Bitch, you got cut, line up
Got plenty other options, she don't listen
Paper chasin' head, hunter, f*ck a walk down, we hawk em
F*ck a walk down, might B&E
Got beef, better keep it in the streets
Better pipe down before we make you put your pipe down
Nigga, you don't want no beef
Nigga, you don't want no smoke, had to drop a lil' ho, she must think I'm a joke
I'm chasin' goals, I keep me a pole
You never know how the f*ck this shit gon' go
Reminisce' on days where I was just broke
I can never say that I was poor
I can never switch on my bro
Boy, you niggas be actin' like ho's
Might spin and light you up, like a disco
Then hit the road
Lil' homie, a thief in the night
Might take your life
Might pay him a tip for a toe
Might pay him a tip for a tac
You playin' with ya life like it can't get snatched
I'll rap, they say run it' back
Bitch, I be high as a kite, I be smokin' on thrax
Smokin' on thrax, might add lil' wax
Don't trap anymore, You want some, I'ma tax
Want some, I'ma tax
I'm shoppin' at Saks
I be there so much, they greet me by my last name
Might spend that WAM on a new chain
That Walk Around Money
That walk, that walk, that walk, that walk
That walk, that walk, that walk