Gold Rolex and it's presidential
Thing I wanted once since elementary
I'm just a breadwinner chasing that money
Don't bother me back, women follow me
Out in Detroit, I need none' but way better
I'm special, you better not lie to me
I'm 'bout to rebound on a real
I'm in the street pound for a kill
I need a sweet house on the hills
I'm in the projects in the field
Harriet Tubman on the bill
Think I need two pills worth of them
Way I be talking like need to chill
Can I be honest, I cannot pretend
Pants by the clique house
Having a garage sale
Big cars, big rolls, all of 'em Rozel
Flip phone, call the cell
Bounce back off a hell
Broke wrist, ah yeah, breadwinner cartel
Big money matter fact
Grind tryna get it back
I don't go to church, in the booty club
Blew a sack god knows it was hard
He was thinking he was giving back
In the trap house shooting craps
Tryna win it back
Cut the plug off, price high
He don't want a cut?
I don't need nobody I can get it out the mud
Kevin Gates - Cut It Lyrics
Kevin Gates - Cut It Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Gold Rolex and it's presidential
Thing I wanted once since elementary
I'm just a breadwinner chasing that money
Don't bother me back, women follow me
Out in Detroit, I need none' but way better
I'm special, you better not lie to me
I'm 'bout to rebound on a real
I'm in the street pound for a kill
I need a sweet house on the hills
I'm in the projects in the field
Harriet Tubman on the bill
Think I need two pills worth of them
Way I be talking like need to chill
Can I be honest, I cannot pretend
Pants by the clique house
Having a garage sale
Big cars, big rolls, all of 'em Rozel
Flip phone, call the cell
Bounce back off a hell
Broke wrist, ah yeah, breadwinner cartel
Big money matter fact
Grind tryna get it back
I don't go to church, in the booty club
Blew a sack god knows it was hard
He was thinking he was giving back
In the trap house shooting craps
Tryna win it back
Cut the plug off, price high
He don't want a cut?
I don't need nobody I can get it out the mud
Thing I wanted once since elementary
I'm just a breadwinner chasing that money
Don't bother me back, women follow me
Out in Detroit, I need none' but way better
I'm special, you better not lie to me
I'm 'bout to rebound on a real
I'm in the street pound for a kill
I need a sweet house on the hills
I'm in the projects in the field
Harriet Tubman on the bill
Think I need two pills worth of them
Way I be talking like need to chill
Can I be honest, I cannot pretend
Pants by the clique house
Having a garage sale
Big cars, big rolls, all of 'em Rozel
Flip phone, call the cell
Bounce back off a hell
Broke wrist, ah yeah, breadwinner cartel
Big money matter fact
Grind tryna get it back
I don't go to church, in the booty club
Blew a sack god knows it was hard
He was thinking he was giving back
In the trap house shooting craps
Tryna win it back
Cut the plug off, price high
He don't want a cut?
I don't need nobody I can get it out the mud