Lyrics to Watching My Page
Put the bullshit aside
Still runnin' 'round with some wild niggas (Wild niggas)
Hop out foreigns with the fire
Say she love a nigga, she ain't even mines, why you blowin' up my line? (Why you blowin' up my line?)
Need a passport, got a bankroll, take a dime to Dubai (Take a dime to Dubai)
Niggas dirty, thinkin' that they slime (Fuck 'em)
Couple dollars, send him up to God (Mm-hmm)
Met a plug, send 'em all to me
You ain't ready to get from out the street (To get from out the streets)
I've been bein' reckless with the munyun, you would think I'm Mr
Beast (Money)
Like it's Zeus network, I'm an expert, who hit baddies more than me? (Baddies)
Five Gs for the vintage tee (Racks)
Can't waste my time, way too precious, I'm rockin' a Patek
I'm back outside, swervin' through lanes, three hundred in traffic
Real nigga, stand up, bitch niggas fold up
Gettin' this money, I made it a habit (Habit)
I turn the studio into the new strip club spot, goin' up, me and Pooh in Atlanta (Bitch)
Niggas try to cross me, that's when he lost me
I do a bitch nigga dirty like Fanta (Mm-hmm)
This bitch sick 'cause she know she can't find another nigga like me, gotta lower her standards
Dior on my body, Dior my bitch, on my kids, I treat this shit like pajamas
Know that I'm turnt, play with this shit get burnt, light a nigga on fire like candles (Like candles, for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (For real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
Might blow a zip on the way to the sticks (Mm-hmm)
Run through a load and come back with the chips (I'm back)
What is security? Got mine on my hip (Yeah)
Feelin' like Madden, I send 'em they hit (Bitch)
You cum in that bitch, sent her pussy through text
You cuffin' that bitch and she fell in my hands (Huh)
I fucked that bitch once and let brodie hit next (Brodie)
How you want to tell me what's your plans? (How?)
We should do some shoppin' in Japan (Ooh)
Let's see who run out of rubber bands (Let's see)
I've been searchin' for a pint of red (Red)
Sneakers cost more than a case
Spend enough, I'll get 'em to your state (Yeah, dog)
Flashin' racks, I use this shit as bait (Bait)
I done watched the love turn to hate (Hmm, damn)
Seen the ones I love turn on me
Bullets hit him, oh, it burn, don't it? (Burn)
Pull up, Maybach truck up to a Coney
In the trenches blowin' Cali', yeah, in the trenches smokin' California
When you hit the top, this shit get lonely
When you hit the top, the body fall (Done, for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (For real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
Still runnin' 'round with some wild niggas (Wild niggas)
Hop out foreigns with the fire
Say she love a nigga, she ain't even mines, why you blowin' up my line? (Why you blowin' up my line?)
Need a passport, got a bankroll, take a dime to Dubai (Take a dime to Dubai)
Niggas dirty, thinkin' that they slime (Fuck 'em)
Couple dollars, send him up to God (Mm-hmm)
Met a plug, send 'em all to me
You ain't ready to get from out the street (To get from out the streets)
I've been bein' reckless with the munyun, you would think I'm Mr
Beast (Money)
Like it's Zeus network, I'm an expert, who hit baddies more than me? (Baddies)
Five Gs for the vintage tee (Racks)
Can't waste my time, way too precious, I'm rockin' a Patek
I'm back outside, swervin' through lanes, three hundred in traffic
Real nigga, stand up, bitch niggas fold up
Gettin' this money, I made it a habit (Habit)
I turn the studio into the new strip club spot, goin' up, me and Pooh in Atlanta (Bitch)
Niggas try to cross me, that's when he lost me
I do a bitch nigga dirty like Fanta (Mm-hmm)
This bitch sick 'cause she know she can't find another nigga like me, gotta lower her standards
Dior on my body, Dior my bitch, on my kids, I treat this shit like pajamas
Know that I'm turnt, play with this shit get burnt, light a nigga on fire like candles (Like candles, for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (For real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
Might blow a zip on the way to the sticks (Mm-hmm)
Run through a load and come back with the chips (I'm back)
What is security? Got mine on my hip (Yeah)
Feelin' like Madden, I send 'em they hit (Bitch)
You cum in that bitch, sent her pussy through text
You cuffin' that bitch and she fell in my hands (Huh)
I fucked that bitch once and let brodie hit next (Brodie)
How you want to tell me what's your plans? (How?)
We should do some shoppin' in Japan (Ooh)
Let's see who run out of rubber bands (Let's see)
I've been searchin' for a pint of red (Red)
Sneakers cost more than a case
Spend enough, I'll get 'em to your state (Yeah, dog)
Flashin' racks, I use this shit as bait (Bait)
I done watched the love turn to hate (Hmm, damn)
Seen the ones I love turn on me
Bullets hit him, oh, it burn, don't it? (Burn)
Pull up, Maybach truck up to a Coney
In the trenches blowin' Cali', yeah, in the trenches smokin' California
When you hit the top, this shit get lonely
When you hit the top, the body fall (Done, for real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (For real)
These niggas been watchin' my page again
Ain't gettin' no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock')
I'm tellin' the truth, he think it's a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
