A Shawta I'm So Fly
I got money stashed for a rainy day, when we hard on times
I can't lie
Quarter-pounder, flipping raps, never whipping powder
In-N-Out, hit em' with the special sauce, like I'm the founder
Cocaina--4 plus ingredients like we making chowder
After effects is the green, seem like I'm countin' louder
Soon as the bands grip, the banks start to routing
For the loot, they'll spray up ya shirt, I ain't talking shouting
Might aim at ya head, we buss at the feds
Buss-Bussing in the crowd, spread like coochie and legs
I'm with a bad shawta, and she dumb fine, Uh
Cross into ya territory, like I'm Drumline, Uh
4 Door Honda, you don't want dram, wait
4 Door Honda, pulling up on yo momma
Spreewell's spinning 360 like the dryer's on
I got them premium rubbers baby, I'm Tire Zone
Superstar service, even do quickies
Don't need no Lube, get you right in a Jiffy
Mind on Auto 'cause your Parts Advanced
You like the way I walk up, well peep my Stance
Frequencies transmitting from ya head, they bumping
Food for thought baby, gotta' feast on something
See ya mind is the plate that we're never neglectful
Because it will immegiately, hit ya dopamine receptors
You locked up on this dope, so I'm bout to get to trappin'
Like Clash of the Titans, Boy, I'm bout to get it Crackin'
A Shawta, I'm So Fly
I got money stashed for a rainy day, when we hard on times
I can't lie
If I ain't got it, then you know I'ma get it, A, you know how I ride
A, I'm So Fly
I got money stashed for a rainy day, when we hard on times
I can't lie
You couldn't funk with me on ya last day, put ya pride to the side
Yea
Bakari B. - New Energy Lyrics
Bakari B. - New Energy Lyrics
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A Shawta I'm So Fly
I got money stashed for a rainy day, when we hard on times
I can't lie
Quarter-pounder, flipping raps, never whipping powder
In-N-Out, hit em' with the special sauce, like I'm the founder
Cocaina--4 plus ingredients like we making chowder
After effects is the green, seem like I'm countin' louder
Soon as the bands grip, the banks start to routing
For the loot, they'll spray up ya shirt, I ain't talking shouting
Might aim at ya head, we buss at the feds
Buss-Bussing in the crowd, spread like coochie and legs
I'm with a bad shawta, and she dumb fine, Uh
Cross into ya territory, like I'm Drumline, Uh
4 Door Honda, you don't want dram, wait
4 Door Honda, pulling up on yo momma
Spreewell's spinning 360 like the dryer's on
I got them premium rubbers baby, I'm Tire Zone
Superstar service, even do quickies
Don't need no Lube, get you right in a Jiffy
Mind on Auto 'cause your Parts Advanced
You like the way I walk up, well peep my Stance
Frequencies transmitting from ya head, they bumping
Food for thought baby, gotta' feast on something
See ya mind is the plate that we're never neglectful
Because it will immegiately, hit ya dopamine receptors
You locked up on this dope, so I'm bout to get to trappin'
Like Clash of the Titans, Boy, I'm bout to get it Crackin'
A Shawta, I'm So Fly
I got money stashed for a rainy day, when we hard on times
I can't lie
If I ain't got it, then you know I'ma get it, A, you know how I ride
A, I'm So Fly
I got money stashed for a rainy day, when we hard on times
I can't lie
You couldn't funk with me on ya last day, put ya pride to the side
Yea
I got money stashed for a rainy day, when we hard on times
I can't lie
Quarter-pounder, flipping raps, never whipping powder
In-N-Out, hit em' with the special sauce, like I'm the founder
Cocaina--4 plus ingredients like we making chowder
After effects is the green, seem like I'm countin' louder
Soon as the bands grip, the banks start to routing
For the loot, they'll spray up ya shirt, I ain't talking shouting
Might aim at ya head, we buss at the feds
Buss-Bussing in the crowd, spread like coochie and legs
I'm with a bad shawta, and she dumb fine, Uh
Cross into ya territory, like I'm Drumline, Uh
4 Door Honda, you don't want dram, wait
4 Door Honda, pulling up on yo momma
Spreewell's spinning 360 like the dryer's on
I got them premium rubbers baby, I'm Tire Zone
Superstar service, even do quickies
Don't need no Lube, get you right in a Jiffy
Mind on Auto 'cause your Parts Advanced
You like the way I walk up, well peep my Stance
Frequencies transmitting from ya head, they bumping
Food for thought baby, gotta' feast on something
See ya mind is the plate that we're never neglectful
Because it will immegiately, hit ya dopamine receptors
You locked up on this dope, so I'm bout to get to trappin'
Like Clash of the Titans, Boy, I'm bout to get it Crackin'
A Shawta, I'm So Fly
I got money stashed for a rainy day, when we hard on times
I can't lie
If I ain't got it, then you know I'ma get it, A, you know how I ride
A, I'm So Fly
I got money stashed for a rainy day, when we hard on times
I can't lie
You couldn't funk with me on ya last day, put ya pride to the side
Yea
Writer: Bakari Benton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid