Still Freestyle by Kenny Turnup Lyrics
[Intro]
Relax Rekords, yeah, yeah
Kenny Turnup in this motherfucker, yeah
Farlane in this motherfucker, yeah
[Verse 1]
I just want the money, man
Hundred bands, give a fuck about another man
In the club drunk, 'boutta hit the money dance
I'm just trynna run it up, do you understand?
And I ain't never had beef with a broke boy
I just really spend my day on a boat, boy
You don't really get no play like a broke toy
And I was in and out the city in a Rolls Royce
Like I was gone for a minute but I'm back now
I was gone for a minute but I'm back now
Back down, riding 'round with the pack now
And I'm still sippin' Henny like I'm Mack Wilds
Still slap her on her ass like a bad child
Still hit the bank, 5 AM, cash out
Still pull up on yo bitch but I smash now
Still flexin' on these niggas, I'mma spazz out
Still get everything I want like I'm the last child
Like a nigga call 1-800-CASH-NOW
Pockets overflowing, I got all the bands now
I'mma fucking do it, you gon' fucking dance now
I bet she fuck the whole crew 'casue I'm the man now
And if she don't I probably kick her out like Pam now
And if you got a problem with it, better stand out
My niggas pop up on yo ass, you in a jam now
Guns clapping like the room full of fans now
She calling my phone, don't got time for the stress
I think I spend too much time on them jets
My dog he will put that nine to ya neck
I love my Mac, now confine to my TEC
This shit is all, by design is expected
I have to stay on my grind as directed
I do not waste any time if she sexy
I live in Vegas like I'm Elvis Presley
Relax Rekords, yeah, yeah
Kenny Turnup in this motherfucker, yeah
Farlane in this motherfucker, yeah
[Verse 1]
I just want the money, man
Hundred bands, give a fuck about another man
In the club drunk, 'boutta hit the money dance
I'm just trynna run it up, do you understand?
And I ain't never had beef with a broke boy
I just really spend my day on a boat, boy
You don't really get no play like a broke toy
And I was in and out the city in a Rolls Royce
Like I was gone for a minute but I'm back now
I was gone for a minute but I'm back now
Back down, riding 'round with the pack now
And I'm still sippin' Henny like I'm Mack Wilds
Still slap her on her ass like a bad child
Still hit the bank, 5 AM, cash out
Still pull up on yo bitch but I smash now
Still flexin' on these niggas, I'mma spazz out
Still get everything I want like I'm the last child
Like a nigga call 1-800-CASH-NOW
Pockets overflowing, I got all the bands now
I'mma fucking do it, you gon' fucking dance now
I bet she fuck the whole crew 'casue I'm the man now
And if she don't I probably kick her out like Pam now
And if you got a problem with it, better stand out
My niggas pop up on yo ass, you in a jam now
Guns clapping like the room full of fans now
She calling my phone, don't got time for the stress
I think I spend too much time on them jets
My dog he will put that nine to ya neck
I love my Mac, now confine to my TEC
This shit is all, by design is expected
I have to stay on my grind as directed
I do not waste any time if she sexy
I live in Vegas like I'm Elvis Presley