Control the Traffic lyrics

[Intro: Baby Mel]
Yeah, yeah, I gotta count up real quick (Lil' b*tch)
I gotta make sure it's all there
We gettin' money, we hustlin', we gettin' too much money (We clearin')
I don't even know— I don't even know how much this (Turn me up, JWay)

[Verse 1: Baby Mel]
Feds doin' a sweep today, it's time to clear out the spot (We cleared it)
Everybody movin' funny, I been peeped the plot (I peeped it)
Every day that's a new bankroll (New bankroll), pape' in my pocket got knots (I'm loaded)
If this sh*t ain't workin' out for you, just find another route (Woo)
I'm the turkey bag man, placе appeal, et cetеra (Yeah)
Hot boy, three hundred degrees (Degrees), you don't know by now, I'm federal (I'm federal)
Took your b*tch to Pound Town (Pound Town), you don't know by now, you better (You dig?)
Took some risks hittin' the road (Woo), you don't know by now, we met them (Let's go)

[Chorus: Baby Mel]
It ain't sh*t comin' through here, why? We control the traffic (Control it)
Get down or lay down, lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch), why? 'Cause we control the traffic (We control it)
Boy, your numbers ain't even addin' up, you can't f*ck with us (You can't f*ck with us)
Real hot boy, born and raised in this sh*t (Woo), ballin' like Michael (I'm ballin')

[Verse 2: Baby Mel]
Too gangster, ain't got no idol (No idol), never lack, trust in my rifle (You dig?)
Talk to God, livin' my life, b*tch sh*t, I had to pipe him (Yeah, on God)
Trap sh*t, ain't got my Rollie watch yet, still rock rubber bands (I'm trappin')
I'ma up the blood, he tryna walk up (Woo), forgot I got fans (Damn)
In the fast lane, movin' slow (Movin' slow), I'm a lean sipper (Lean sipper)
You ain't makin' no plays 'round here (Lil' b*tch), we control the traffic (We control it)
No confusion, I'ma get you right (Woo), we control the traffic (We control it it)
And this chop pull a Houdini ('Dini), you ain't know I can do magic?
[Chorus: Baby Mel]
It ain't sh*t comin' through here, why? We control the traffic (Control it)
Get down or lay down, lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch), why? 'Cause we control the traffic (We control it)
Boy, your numbers ain't even addin' up, you can't f*ck with us (You can't f*ck with us)
Real hot boy, born and raised in this sh*t (Woo), ballin' like Michael (On God)

[Verse 3: Fatt Macc]
You can't get no package come through here, we catch it, we snatch it (You b*tch)
You want a pound or you want a zip? You cash it, we wrap it (You b*tch)
You want some pints, then they over here, we got it, quit askin' (Tris)
I'm the trapper of the f*ckin' year, we got it, quit askin' (On God)
Five hundred for a f*ckin' zip, they lost it, we have it (Yeah, ho)
The whole city know who we is, them n*ggas can't stand us (On God)
Controllin' everything over here. I need a new addy (Yeah)
'Cause I be still f*ckin' with the mail, my mailman like family (My blood)

[Chorus: Baby Mel]
It ain't sh*t comin' through here, why? We control the traffic
Get down or lay down, lil' b*tch, why? 'Cause we control the traffic
Boy, your numbers ain't even addin' up, you can't f*ck with us
Real hot boy, born and raised in this sh*t, ballin' like Michael
It ain't sh*t comin' through here, why? We control the traffic
Get down or lay down, lil' b*tch, why? 'Cause we control the traffic
Boy, your numbers ain't even addin' up, you can't f*ck with us
Real hot boy, born and raised in this sh*t, ballin' like Michael