Matt Nice - What Matters? Lyrics

(Eah)
Niggas' tryna come for me what do they mean?
The plan is to run it up pop on the scene
Hits in the tuck ima drop for the team
I feel her eyeing me off of the bean
She can't get the dick, she gotta ask for it
Ain't finna run down bitch you not important
She just want me cause I can afford it
(Eah) (Damn shame)
Whooooo
(Eah)
Whooooo
(Yeah yeah)
Whoooooooo
(Yeah)
Whooo
(Yeah yeah)
Whooooo
(Yeah)
Whooooo
(Yeah yeah)
Whoooooooo
(Yeah)
Whooo
(Yeah)
Roll a fat backwood and smoke it to the face
(To the face)
Ima head to the money like it was a chase
(Like it was a chase)
So I be havin' bread I'm eating good I say my grace
(Say my grace)
And niggas' mad cause they too slow and can't keep up the pace
(Can't keep up the pace yeah)
These bitches looking at me like I'm famous
(Like I'm famous)
And you can walk on ice my niggas dangerous
(Yeah) (My niggas dangerous)
Niggas want to hate but they shorties want to date
I got plenty cake in fact I'm headed to the bank
Headed to the bank smoking weed it's very dank
Headed to the bank give a f*ck what you think
Headed to the bank smoking weed it's very dank
Headed to the bank give a f*ck what you think
Headed to the bank give a f*ck bout what you think
Headed to the bank smoking gas and it stank
Headed to the bank give a f*ck bout what you think
Headed to the bank smoking gas and it stank
(Yeah)
Niggas' tryna come for me what do they mean?
The plan is to run it up pop on the scene
Hits in the tuck ima drop for the team
I feel her eyeing me off of the bean
She can't get the dick, she gotta ask for it
Ain't finna run down bitch you not important
She just want me cause I can afford it
(Yeah) (Damn shame)
Whooooo
(Yeah)
Whooooo
(Yeah yeah)
Whoooooooo
(Yeah)
Whooo
(Yeah yeah)
Whooooo
(Yeah)
Whooooo
(Yeah yeah)
Whoooooooo
(Yeah)
Whooo
(Yeah)
Yeah it's Matt Nice again
They want a feature but we raised the price again
You know you can't f*ck with the gang
You might as well stay out the paint
Bitch I am nice but don't get it twisted
A nigga mean
I throw on that mink
I'm dripping like sink
I'm cold like a rink
(Yeah)
I'm dripping like drink
(Yeah)
That bitch a slore
Open that hoe like she was a door
Send that bitch home
And call some more
(Yeah)
How many maybe like four
(Yeah)
How many maybe like four
Huhhhh how many bitches maybe like four
Yeaaaaa how many bitches maybe like four
I might have to do a nigga like a chore
I ain't playing games this shit ain't no sport
But if this shit was then I'm Micheal Jordan
I know they mad a nigga keep scoring
I would be mad too if I were you
Young nigga I do what I wanna do
So is you gon hate on me it's up to you
Is you gon hate on me it's up to you.
(How many maybe like four?)
(How many maybe like four?)
(How many bitches, maybe like four)
(How many maybe like four)
(How many bitches maybe like four)