Break your fuckin′ neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see cheque) Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
Break your fuckin′ neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see cheque) Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
Oh yeah I know I'm jiggy, I put it before Jigga I got the country asking if I′m working for Jigga My life ain′t been the same since the season Before, cause I turned it into a gold bitch And I owe it to no nigga My business stay undercover like watch from the cold head And my bitches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger My first song was Get Going, now I'm a go-getter Ohh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give? Then just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live If I made them hate me now, well this summer i′d get me killed I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans New niggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans Old niggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped And I'm known, it is your gut to a chance I went from a ′having loser' written on my forehead To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs To only wearing shit if it′s imported To only smiling back if you important Connect the dots, I'm connecting flights to Paris And now we slack, we living on the place And then I flew my nigga up to Spain Google dictionary, hated just to tell girls our names Learned how to say
Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see cheque) Break your fuckin′ neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
Break your fuckin′ neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see cheque) Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
Look, I burst around And make you break your fuckin′ neck Niggas coughing dimes, the only thing I cough is a cheque Ask the people who got it, they'll tell you straight up to them necks You tried to play poppa, only just played yourself Whoa, congratulations you ccould′ve been half as basic I know I lack patience but still the mass is await me I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked I mean... I been Magic since when they still had McGrady Lord look how you made me How can one be this wavy Now when they debating about the best You know they say me They hire me on sports, I never needed any training Then I met Nasty C, and be both started heavy-weighting Man check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussle Pounding all these beats til I get bruises on my knuckles I'm that one cousin up to what niggas done no Do it for my city, my YG niggas dunno I was trapping hitting leaks to early mornings Losing sips and having bitches on four their legs Puff a lot but only if this spliff is pouring When I′d hit the spliff to get the hits in motion Living in Durban, I connect the flights in Paris My parents always ask about my plans I'm 'bout to fly my nigga out here just to see what changes But I swear about a week or two we probably go insane make him...
Break your fuckin′ neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see cheque) Break your fuckin′ neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see cheque) Break your fuckin′ neck (gotta break) When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
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