GMG Tripp - Marilyn Monroe Lyrics

Stack up that paper till I cant no mo chasing that cake im not worried bout hoes
Just left yo city I turned up the show I came a long way from kicking down doors
My drank is polluted im sippin a four I don't smoke herb but I sell you a bowl
Most of my niggas still trap and sell dope head on the swivel these niggas be hoes
Bitches jumped ship and some friends turned foes I just said f*ck em I gotta get doe
I sold that white girl that Marilyn Monroe cases against me and I never told
Hand on my pistol no I will not go if they gon take me I go out a soldier
F*ck with the gang you get smoked just like doja we bout that action man I thought I told ya

Sellin it raw I don't need baking soda got work in the whip hope they don't pull me over
Strap in my lap so watch how you approach me plotting and scheming im boolin with Dolchi
Im sellin that dope when im rocking with Kutta that's my day one he my muhf*ckin brother
We caught them cases aint tell on each other straight lied to the judge my bro gon keep it gutta
My Dawg in the cage now im hollin out free em getting collect calls I gotta go see em
Aint coppin no pleas we aint taking no deals he signed for his time he might be home next year
Time to turn up so we ball out the gym my niggas shoot just like above the rim
I mean we shoot like we making a film why cross that line when you know what it is

Stack up that paper till I cant no mo chasing that cake im not worried bout hoes
Just left yo city I turned up the show I came a long way from kicking down doors
My drank is polluted im sippin a four I don't smoke herb but I sell you a bowl
Most of my niggas still trap and sell dope head on the swivel these niggas be hoes
Bitches jumped ship and some friends turned foes I just said f*ck em I gotta get doe
I sold that white girl that Marilyn Monroe cases against me and I never told
Hand on my pistol no I will not go if they gon take me I go out a soldier
F*ck with the gang you get smoked just like doja we bout that action man I thought I told ya

Ride by my lonely I stay up on note im motivated by days I was broke
I remember days they thought I was a joke look at they faces now mouth cant be closed
Hit after hit after hit in a row ya bitch on my dick I got dick in her throat
Pour up some lean and im sippin a four don't reach for my cup baby that's a no go
Aint got no job I go kick me a door never had problems with flippin the dope
Besides being locked up and chased by 5-0 and hated by f*ck niggas who cant get on
Talked to my mama she tell me im wrong I know she right I just cant leave it alone
I know she right but im still flipping zones I took the hard way and got sent down that road

Stack up that paper till I cant no mo chasing that cake im not worried bout hoes
Just left yo city I turned up the show I came a long way from kicking down doors
My drank is polluted im sippin a four I don't smoke herb but I sell you a bowl
Most of my niggas still trap and sell dope head on the swivel these niggas be hoes
Bitches jumped ship and some friends turned foes I just said f*ck em I gotta get doe
I sold that white girl that Marilyn Monroe cases against me and I never told
Hand on my pistol no I will not go if they gon take me I go out a soldier
F*ck with the gang you get smoked just like doja we bout that action man I thought I told ya

I got the new wave hope you niggas can float don't get in my way you cant ride on my boat
Stay in yo lane or you getting ran over I pull out that tool and the trigger get choked
Put you on the front page and its murder she wrote make em print yo face and wear it on clothes
Then I backdoor come to yo funeral mafia shit I come drop you a rose