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Moneyball Video (MV)




Performed By: Ready Rey
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Jereh Wright
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Why do he think that he takin my spot
I'm in rare air cause I stay at the top
Wearing fake ice you won't never get hot
That nigga stuck in the penalty box
Niggas switch up & ain't even see change
You ain't convincing just stay in ya lane
Takin them trips from the cape up to Maine
You used to run off its mud on ya name
You could fool them but you ain't what you claim
I took the map & bought life to the game
The market was down but I swim in the rain
The tears on my chain it come wit the pain
I could of been had the fame
But chasin is lame
I got on a plane
Flew in a pack wit no name
Land & we pourin champagne
Or we could pour the hornito
I got that from Fleeko
I put down the Tito
Michael I'm kickin the Tito
F*ck it give him the needle
Bucket of ice on my neck
And it go off the ceiling I know imma threat
And that keep her in check
And I stay wit a check
And it's Nike I bet
Tie em up when I step
Smoke grabbadoo by the case
Bro who you smokin you laced
Niggas don't be worth a 8th
Frontin like they loadin base
But can't hold a plate
Cant handle no weight
We ran it up like this Marvin estate
Niggas ain't have enough runs to relate
Check
Mic Check
We wanna know what you do for the set
F*ck how you be showing out on the set
Check
Mic Check
Show us you know how to be a real vet
Show us you know to take the next step
Check
Mic Check
Them they could never
It's hot out but f*ck it let's bring out the leather
Y'all get it together
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English

Why do he think that he takin my spot
I'm in rare air cause I stay at the top
Wearing fake ice you won't never get hot
That nigga stuck in the penalty box
Niggas switch up & ain't even see change
You ain't convincing just stay in ya lane
Takin them trips from the cape up to Maine
You used to run off its mud on ya name
You could fool them but you ain't what you claim
I took the map & bought life to the game
The market was down but I swim in the rain
The tears on my chain it come wit the pain
I could of been had the fame
But chasin is lame
I got on a plane
Flew in a pack wit no name
Land & we pourin champagne
Or we could pour the hornito
I got that from Fleeko
I put down the Tito
Michael I'm kickin the Tito
F*ck it give him the needle
Bucket of ice on my neck
And it go off the ceiling I know imma threat
And that keep her in check
And I stay wit a check
And it's Nike I bet
Tie em up when I step
Smoke grabbadoo by the case
Bro who you smokin you laced
Niggas don't be worth a 8th
Frontin like they loadin base
But can't hold a plate
Cant handle no weight
We ran it up like this Marvin estate
Niggas ain't have enough runs to relate
Check
Mic Check
We wanna know what you do for the set
F*ck how you be showing out on the set
Check
Mic Check
Show us you know how to be a real vet
Show us you know to take the next step
Check
Mic Check
Them they could never
It's hot out but f*ck it let's bring out the leather
Y'all get it together
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Writer: Jereh Wright
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