Why Okhe Nthala (feat. Nym, Wayne & Tango) - Manager Pattern

Uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Real, real, real, real M-m-m-murder Woah I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit Like how you let them niggas slide on you Like how you let them niggas ride on you Your niggas with you probably bailed on you Surprised them niggas didn't tell on you You looking like you got an L on you I might go Training Day, Denzel on you Yelling "fuck these crooked cops", Sean Bell on you 'Cause streets cold as ice cream, I go Pharrell on you Woah I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit The brokest nigga in the building be the loudest Oh man, these niggas need a stylist Call up Hazelton and tell her that I sent you Aw bae, I broke your heart, I never meant to I call up Chubby Chubb, and find out what we into She got an ass like Khloe and a face like Kendall And she ballin', you gon' make me put some D on you Had to foul, baby I go referee on you I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit I call the shots, and then the shots hit you But niggas know it's personal when the bucks get you I can see it in your eyes, ain't no heart in you The only time you're barking is when your dogs with you I cut a few niggas aiming stressed Tefeli ain't put no more bitches on his guest list Fuck the pole lights, we got no rights, I need more ice Disco bar, talking strobe lights, yelling "more life" Woah I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit

Get off my dick, let me do me That's a million bucks, every two weeks I'm fucking on an actress, we making movies I'm pulling out my camera, we shooting new scenes I'm flexing stupid on these niggas, puking on these niggas Sipping all this drank, Lord I'm juicing on these niggas Got my bitch balling hard Sheryl Swooping on these niggas Mind your fucking business and stop googling on me, nigga I do Tunechi on these niggas Riding through the city with a bad bitch with me (bad bitch) She wanna know if she can bring her friends But my niggas wanna know if they're pretty Yeah they can tag along Bet you I could tag em all With a little loud and some alcohol But I'ma pass em off to my niggas Kick em out when I'm done, nigga, fuck 'em all Back to the grind (grind) I work so hard like I get paid overtime (work) But when I see the check come I'm geeked up in the mall, Buy the same thing three times Call this foreplay Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can see the panties drop (drop) Running up a check get em so wet (wet) Gotta ball out, call it B.O. Flex (ohh) They wanna know how I go so hard but I'm still so young And I'm eating so good, and I'm still not done No I ain't stopping 'til I got it all And I'm winning til it ain't no room for losing I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga I don't ask why you do your job I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I grind sundown, sunrise Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga that's my business Even if you say you don't fuck with it Cause you know for my niggas I'ma stay down Stay down, stay down We never trust them bitches, better lay down Lay down, lay down But they never come around when the money out Money out, money out All the same people that ran out (ran) Tryna come around for a handout (huh uh) I woke up this morning, dick rock hard If you looking for your woman, she just hopped off If you looking for some trouble, ain't gotta look far I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good Lord " I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good God " These niggas claiming they thugging, they know they good boys My niggas call me KG, cause I'm the " Kush God " And my coupe don't need a key, I'm talking push start, push start Riding and vibing, ain't hiding, come find me It ain't hard to find me cause nigga I'm shining I ain't got to tell these boys, they know I'm shining I ain't got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you Fuck with me right now, that's bad timing Fatherless children and sad mommies Fuck all this shit they be saying bout me I'm on that sipping, too damn drowsy for that bullshit I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga I don't ask why you do your job I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I grind sundown, sunrise Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga that's my business Even if you say you don't fuck with it That's cool (mula baby)