Sticks - Daddy Kar & Sane

Ma was at the bank w baby mkeit momma cashin out I remember countin money all up in my ultrasound All these racks up in my pocket yea they poking out Never in the crowd I was born to just be standing out Got my stripes Adidas kicks Born wit Franklins like Aretha kid Never flexed and flauged I kept it real and imma stay legit Always been 100 since a youngin since I was lil git 1 Of 1 like fingerprints I'm filled wit cheese like pizza sticks Filled w cheese like pizza sticks Did I really say that shit Imma talk my shit So niggas know I really meant it then Should I charge for features then Cause my line been beepin man DMs filled wit features flirts and forex they all tweaking man Imma get to tweetin and givin niggas reasoning To run up bands and cheese again While killin another beat again Damn my flow so stupid I abuse it I got groupies All about the rack like a layup when ya hoopin And I can't waste my time cause my time is all I cherish The fems yea they love me that mean women out in Paris I'm hustling till I perish I need cherries on top of cherries I'm hustling till I perish I need cherries on top of cherries