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[a.k.a. MIKEY ROCKS]

[feat. Mano]

Ha ham... Banco!

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I've got brass knuckles, Cartier's
I can't lie, seen harder days
Should be easy when you're born and raised
Got the G code and I keep on
But the 3 tone not 2
Margiela, my shoe
Nigga tryna be me
You should just try to be you
I love my friends, I love my crew
I'm at Pappadeaux's, eatin' lobster claws
If you bitch look good I'm a knock that off
I knock it off like horse play
Makin' it rain like I storm chase
Fuckin' around with that horse hay
That greenerie, that greener weed
Ain't none really what it seem to be
Like damn, why you try to act like
You ain't never seen nothing like me before
Girl, you know I'm beautiful
And you know we own the world, we due for dough
Just stay away from all these stupid hoes

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
You got all of these plans
Now, we ballin' and I bet I bet I bet I bet...
She will pick up the phone if I call her again
Man, I'm waitin' on that wet that wet that wet that wet...
You mad cause I'm getting it direct direct direct direct...
And you wantin' my connect connect connect connect...
Cause I'm getting it direct direct direct direct...
And they wantin' my connect connect connect connect...

[Verse 2: Mano]
Rollin with kid, nigga know me
M-A-N-O young OG
Fresh motherfucker, you can borrow my cheese
Rollin' down the street in a new M3
Blacked out, my feet low
Nigga quit hatin', I don't fuck with y'all
I'm so cold, I'm worth gold
My old school got some TO
Pity she pretty
I'm in that special committee
At 15's we runnin' shit
All hail to the new government
In L.A. we chillin', pimp as we swag
And knowin' what's up when she's poppin' them tags
DMO3, doin' these things
It's like I've got work because of me
We shower, we drink
We dope and shit
We pop it, we get it
Then spend it, submit it
My niggas is killin'
We out here let's get it
I fuck with them niggas that got it so get it
He's trippin' it, he's pimpin'
Don't you slip and fall with them digits
That cash reeled these bitches
Around us so get this


[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I need sex, neck, checks
Man I need all 3 of those in that order
Lookin' at palm trees, goin in South Florida
Couple of bumpies get in in that water
What's the deal? What's the deal? Baby what's the deal?
You signed for the lotus, you are dressed to deal
Pop a little Molly, girl, it's just a pill
I'm the type of dealer you can trust, for real
That fendi sheets, I'm tryna bend the sheets
You on bended knees, I'm on Benjamin's
And I will never injure him while I roll another trambolin
I miss the marble floors, gravel streets
Any motherfucker that be cock the beat
Two bad bitches and they down to eat
One another for the calories
I bust down and I X pockets
I still swim in that black mass money
I'm whippin' I'm whippin' I'm workin' it back
Always on time that we catch a nigga sniffin'
Hoppin' out the whip, I'm the new Scottie Pippen
Lookin' at the swag, man it's still drippin'
Man that swag be driflin', yeah


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