Mike WiLL Made It – Bars Of Soap (Ransom 2 Album)

Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye, aye
I’mma running man
Sandals slipping off my feet, on the sand
Counting up the bills with my dominant hand
Took twos on…. take this appreciate it
This too? why take the rims off?
Mike WiLL Made-It

I’m going postal – loco
Coast to coast like La Nostra
My G.I. Joe present, I get to see a cobra
So off my rocker got me sipping club soda
Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up
I’m pitching [?] in a dug out
Reaching in my pants and I can’t take a head count
Flash back ’03, things was looking run down
Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau
Killing shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down
House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert
Left the doors up, now the lambo has pigtails
Since you getting comfy, I’mma let you sit there
I’mma let you stay there
When I shed a tear, they didn’t have no care, so I’mma charge retail
I brought some kush cause you say you want [?]
If you loves it in the room, you best get well
Every dog has its day, what the hell no tuck tail
Swae Lee went to magazine, Double X, L (XXL)

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo
Colors burst on the cars and the jewels
I’m a wanted man… seats looking like they got a spray tan
When I was without, not a helping hand
I got some women who throw it back, and make me drop the cans
I told Ben Frank, "Just to drop a pin" I collect my fit goal to the highest bid
Yes I might drop in, it all depends
Junior high I was dreaming of a Mach 10
I’m coming clean though, I mean not a speck
My girl be serving looks, I could kiss the chef
Katana sword popping out my walking cane
I’m overseas my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?"
We getting to the money and you niggas having issues
I bought a fucking piece and it came with a wet suit
The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess
I’m mooching off my mother-loving self
She be hoping that I take a knee like Kaepernick, Yes
I be open to that Sremm Life shit
This is how we live, this is how we exist
Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits
All in the house and I’m home-wrecking
If I sleep with his wife, Im a home-wrecker
I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather
Mami playing with my balls like tether, on my leather
Money talk, it’s a lecture, 80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric
Niggas don’t hate, I’m still unaffected
Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected
She said pop the question, the question got deflected
[?] made my boy, thats my motherfuckin brethren
Let’s cut to the chase, it’s only on the house when we in the place
My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames
Stirring up the cup with my wrist, souffle
Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved
I told you I don’t swing, don’t say my name in vain
We bring it to your door like (doorbell) You rang?!
Spending all the money then we watch it boomerang
With the fendi belt angry face like Pootie Tang
Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings
"Long time, no see" That’s what they say when they see me mane
I been going crazy, just to stay sane
Hey, your girl [?] asking who’s to blame?
Young whipper snapper with the Range
Pause, then I went deranged
Call that hottie on my station
Long week, had a great day
Someone got my blowing tree like Sage
An army you should get erased
Army yeah, you can hate

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