Now You Do Lyrics - Singles - Sir Michael Rocks

[Intro] 

Now you do 

Now you do 

N-Now you do 

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[Verse 1] 

I'm on a fast track, I'm on a cash track 

I get handshakes, I give ass smacks 

To them ushy cakes, preach to them hoes 

I'm TD Jakes, they wanna see me waste 

All, of, them, checks, yes 

I C-H-E-F-S 

That wet nigga, whip without no steps 

You a half-court nigga ain't no press 

...On ya album 

So man fuck ya mixtape 

All a nigga make is rich tapes 

Put it in the back 

Niggas better honor my flag 

Niggas better honor my swag 

Mooney came in with the Mac 

If you wanna act 

I don't wanna do you like that 

Hit your main girl from the back 

Kinda like a fender bender 

I knew a couple Melindas 

And every now and then I bend a 

Corner on her, on 4 Coronas and a blunt of dope 

My uncle rode on them 100 spokes cause he running coke 

And I'm running rap 

A nigga got eight, nine hundred stacks without running packs 

That fast sack 

Them french fries can't fuck around with you simp guys 

It's B.A.N.C.O 

Shorty K been gone for like 100 days and he still ain't seen his P.O 

But we cashing and I'm ashing in that Bentley drop 

Waiting on that Fendi drop 

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[Hook x2] 

Just in case you ain't know 

We be flexing that gold and them clothes and them hoes baby 

You was acting brand new 

Like you didn't have a clue who was who, we them dudes baby 

[Verse 2] 

Maaaaan, nigga you know the purp, you know the surp 

So put that in that soda first 

And if ya bitch look good, I'mma chop that wood 

I'mma lace my shoes and go to work 

I'm working, working but this shit is not a job 

I applaud when she give me head with a lot of slob 

A lot of suckers done tried me 

And I don't know what you thought it was 

But if I don't fuck with yo posse 

Don't ask me about my car keys 

And what I'm driving, who I'm drilling 

Gold watch, man I'm cold chilling 

Smoke, smoke and we drink, drink 

And give a fuck about what they think 

Cause you don't even wanna wear it 'til you see me with it 

My old piece you wanna marry cause you heard I hit it 

I'm showing love to the city man you know I'm with it 

Down like a hundred fifty, nigga we ain't wearing fitted 

[Hook x2]