10 Gs by ThatMilkBoy Lyrics
[Intro]
Hah
It's MILK
Live and direct
Check, check
Let's get it
Ey, Ey
[Verse 1]
I don’t play soccer
I don’t play ball
Y'all suckers better lay off
Date a fine chick with a foul moth
Got me gassed up, call her Adolf
To hot for June pushing Maybach
Saving up from this payback
I’m no sugar-daddy she got her own
But she pull my stick like a blackjack
Gotta play less and gotta write more
Todays check won’t get me Tom Ford
Even Weezy knows what F’s for
Fly further fitted feathers
Furthermore
Fall feet first
Fleece fall flat
Fucking founding father figures
Fab five follow fiddles
Fight fraud funneling forfeits
Fort Knox
Fuck
[Chorus]
Gotta let paper know
Just how I feel about her
When I let paper go
Damn I can’t do without her
10 G’s, 10 G’s
10 G’s, 10 G’s
At ease, at ease
10 G’s, 10 G’s
[Verse 2]
I carry myself onward through the hardship now my back hurts
Atlas vs Feynman I drop knowledge like my net worth
Sapiosexuality I’m Dilla writing fireworks
She said that she wanted me I’m dog food lid spelled backwards
Yeah that works
Put it in reverse
Get that Maybach money
Go and put it in a purse
Quench your thirst, I don’t count my blessings
Hand me a weapon
I’m bout to take this fucking bank down in a couple of seconds
Squad
[Chorus]
Gotta let paper know
Just how I feel about her
When I let paper go
Damn I can’t do without her
10 G’s, 10 G’s
10 G’s, 10 G’s
At ease, at ease
10 G’s, 10 G’s
Hah
It's MILK
Live and direct
Check, check
Let's get it
Ey, Ey
[Verse 1]
I don’t play soccer
I don’t play ball
Y'all suckers better lay off
Date a fine chick with a foul moth
Got me gassed up, call her Adolf
To hot for June pushing Maybach
Saving up from this payback
I’m no sugar-daddy she got her own
But she pull my stick like a blackjack
Gotta play less and gotta write more
Todays check won’t get me Tom Ford
Even Weezy knows what F’s for
Fly further fitted feathers
Furthermore
Fall feet first
Fleece fall flat
Fucking founding father figures
Fab five follow fiddles
Fight fraud funneling forfeits
Fort Knox
Fuck
[Chorus]
Gotta let paper know
Just how I feel about her
When I let paper go
Damn I can’t do without her
10 G’s, 10 G’s
10 G’s, 10 G’s
At ease, at ease
10 G’s, 10 G’s
[Verse 2]
I carry myself onward through the hardship now my back hurts
Atlas vs Feynman I drop knowledge like my net worth
Sapiosexuality I’m Dilla writing fireworks
She said that she wanted me I’m dog food lid spelled backwards
Yeah that works
Put it in reverse
Get that Maybach money
Go and put it in a purse
Quench your thirst, I don’t count my blessings
Hand me a weapon
I’m bout to take this fucking bank down in a couple of seconds
Squad
[Chorus]
Gotta let paper know
Just how I feel about her
When I let paper go
Damn I can’t do without her
10 G’s, 10 G’s
10 G’s, 10 G’s
At ease, at ease
10 G’s, 10 G’s