"Donavon McNabb" lyrics

Aye
100 thousand every week I'm in my bag
Richer then I ever fucking been that's probably why they mad
You can catch me out the country with a bad bitch eating crab
Doing shows still a sell 100 bows me and my
My name and my credit good enough to start a tab
Made 2 dollars off of every bow I sold do the math
They wonder why I act so childish I gotta laugh
I just wanna k k k k kill shit when I get mad

Put a button on the chop sound like it's stuttering
Another 100 every week this shit be coming in
Don't think I'm ever going broke got too much hustle in me
I want 20 for a feature but just come with 10
Don't make me feel some type of way or put my youngins on yo ass
Niggas think the strikers coming them boys jumping out the cab
I been quarter backing plays since I was young I had a bag
Got them birds flying in they think I'm Donavon Mcnabb

Man this money turn yo friends to yo enemies
I keep having nightmares of niggas killing me
She keep staring at my neck I think she feeling me
Man my money longer than a fucking centipede
When I push up I be tryna get my pape get out the way
I be tryna make a couple dollars every fucking day
Niggas say they gon' kill me when they say me yea OK
Gotta even watch yo mans look at what they did to Tay

Put a button on the chop sound like it's stuttering
Another 100 every week this shit be coming in
Don't think I'm ever going broke got too much hustle in me
I want 20 for a feature but just come with 10
Don't make me feel some type of way or put my youngins on yo ass
Niggas think the strikers coming them boys jumping out the cab
I been quarter backing plays since I was young I had a bag
Got them birds flying in they think I'm Donavon Mcnabb