Lyrics to eye to eye
Yeah
Reaching for my hand
I just want my bands
(Saint in this motherfucker)
She reaching for my bands
I'm gon' slap her hand
The feds been gunning for my mans
I took the risk, I took the chance
Got a tell 'em like how it is
It don't get no better than this
No, I ain't got no kids
So I'm spending racks on my wrist
You can do some things with a brick
You can stack 'em and make them hoes flip
But my brother had called from the cell
I told [?] I had flipped
Told them boys don't mess with no roaches 'cause it's bound to be some more
God be talking to me like I'm Moses, told me don't you stop giving some morŠµ
Money coming in, I let my chain hang low
Committed a lot of sins, told him I won't do it no morŠµ
Money green my lean, Balmain on my jeans
Came onto the scene, just started running things
Thought we was eye to eye but her eyes always on my bling
Bad bitch pour my cup, I'm living just like a king
We get the cheese, fettucini
Disappear on 'em, Houdini
Bentleys and new Lamborghinis
Pull out the stick, cause a frenzy
When it get cold, Moncleezy my coat
All them boys be fake, I don't fuck with them folks
She reaching for my bands
I'm gon' slap her hand
The feds been gunning for my mans
I took the risk, I took the chance
Got a tell 'em like how it is
It don't get no better than this
No, I ain't got no kids
So I'm spending racks on my wrist
You can do some things with a brick
You can stack 'em and make them hoes flip
But my brother had called from the cell
I told [?] I had flipped
Told them boys don't mess with no roaches 'cause it's bound to be some more
God be talking to me like I'm Moses, told me don't you stop giving some more
Money coming in, I let my chain hang low
Committed a lot of sins, told him I won't do it no more
Money green my lean, Balmain on my jeans
Came onto the scene, just started running things
Thought we was eye to eye but her eyes always on my bling
Bad bitch pour my cup, I'm living just like a king
Reaching for my hand
I just want my bands
(Saint in this motherfucker)
She reaching for my bands
I'm gon' slap her hand
The feds been gunning for my mans
I took the risk, I took the chance
Got a tell 'em like how it is
It don't get no better than this
No, I ain't got no kids
So I'm spending racks on my wrist
You can do some things with a brick
You can stack 'em and make them hoes flip
But my brother had called from the cell
I told [?] I had flipped
Told them boys don't mess with no roaches 'cause it's bound to be some more
God be talking to me like I'm Moses, told me don't you stop giving some morŠµ
Money coming in, I let my chain hang low
Committed a lot of sins, told him I won't do it no morŠµ
Money green my lean, Balmain on my jeans
Came onto the scene, just started running things
Thought we was eye to eye but her eyes always on my bling
Bad bitch pour my cup, I'm living just like a king
We get the cheese, fettucini
Disappear on 'em, Houdini
Bentleys and new Lamborghinis
Pull out the stick, cause a frenzy
When it get cold, Moncleezy my coat
All them boys be fake, I don't fuck with them folks
She reaching for my bands
I'm gon' slap her hand
The feds been gunning for my mans
I took the risk, I took the chance
Got a tell 'em like how it is
It don't get no better than this
No, I ain't got no kids
So I'm spending racks on my wrist
You can do some things with a brick
You can stack 'em and make them hoes flip
But my brother had called from the cell
I told [?] I had flipped
Told them boys don't mess with no roaches 'cause it's bound to be some more
God be talking to me like I'm Moses, told me don't you stop giving some more
Money coming in, I let my chain hang low
Committed a lot of sins, told him I won't do it no more
Money green my lean, Balmain on my jeans
Came onto the scene, just started running things
Thought we was eye to eye but her eyes always on my bling
Bad bitch pour my cup, I'm living just like a king
