Club Execedrid lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse]
f*ck all that bullsh*t
n*gga, we hittin' cake (Gettin' money, n*gga)
Tell me why the f*ck
Would I care what a b*tch say
Tell me how I made a hundred thou' off a mixtape (Tell me that)
It's probably why I can't
Keep these hoes
Up out my face (Hahahaha)
I'm up in that G-Wag' (Skrrr)
I do this for f*ck's sake
Don't have me at your crib
Skray?, yo, hand me that duct tape (Word)
n*gga, we cutthroat
We ain't go to Buff State
The school of hard knocks
And I still got my GD
Even on they best days
These n*ggas ain't seein' me (You can't f*ck wit' me, man)
I sleep on Versace bedding
He gettin' money but he told
So that make him wait for Whitman? (Haha, I told you)
I sold crack for profession
You can call me the professor
Leave the money on the dresser
Quite clever (I'm quite clever, n*gga)
I'm made a few millions
My brains will lead the weapon (My brains will lead the weapon)
I take a b*tch to Club Execedrid (Hahahaha)
I don't speak to pus*y n*ggas
More money, need more skrilla (I need more money, n*gga)
Uh, yo, my whole team killers