A. Christian - Round Here lyrics
[Verse 1] I'm in this b**h fixing to break sh** I'm in this b**h fixing to break sh** I got a whip and my dash dumb Feel like I'm driving a spaceship They try to play me like I wouldn't make it And now I ain't nothing to play with I feel like Jordan in Game 6 I do not f** with that lame sh** I only live by my own rules Dawg, I be busting them dope moves High as hell on a cloud, man, I feel like Goku Driving fast, switching lanes, park the car, hop up out it Getting money, yeah I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, like Master P When they talk about the best, you better mention me It ain't a mystery, I don't let the bullsh** get to me I don't love these hoes, that's against the code Dick the only thing a b**h get from me I know all my old hoes sick of me 'Cause every time they look I'm on a different screen I ain't been to sleep in a couple days 'Cause when you on the grind what the f** is sleep? One hand on the wheel, other hand on the world I be going nuts like a squirrel And I got some money in the bank Give a f** what a n***a think, smoking on dank Trying to get a house in the hills Trying to get a neck full of gold I be really out here on the go f** it dawg, it is what it is I'm just putting on for the crib [Chorus] I'm just having fun with it, dawg I'm the motherf**ing man 'round here And of course I'm only keeping sh** a hundred grand 'round here Fake n***as, y'all can't even stand 'round here Really I'm the motherf**ing man 'round here And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherf**ing band 'round here Lately I been all about the bands 'round here I'm just having fun with it, dawg I'm the motherf**ing man 'round here And of course I'm only keeping sh** a hundred grand 'round here Fake n***as, y'all can't even stand 'round here Really I'm the motherf**ing man 'round here And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherf**ing band 'round here Lately I been all about the bands 'round here I'm just having fun with it [Verse 2] Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up The b**hes out here, they be bad as f** The n***as who slap on me mad as hell The n***as who still sleeping mad as well 'Cause, well, the sh** I be doing they regular I got more bars than your cellular Don't call my phone with that bullsh** You not talking money, just text me I never sneezed but she blessed me n***as all on my wave like a Jet Ski Used to run from the law with my n***as [?] saved by the sinner I eat straight instrumentals for dinner Charlie Sheen in my jeans, I'm a winner All of my hoes, man, they DD up Y'all can't f** with the kid I call CPS Take a look at my crib and you'll notice that all of my tellies tubby just like PBS I'm on my way to the top, I don't need no direction or even need GPS n***as can't f** with me ever, can't f** with me never I'm too f**ing clever, I'm better don't question it 2-1-9 I got the section lit [Chorus] I'm just having fun with it, dawg I'm the motherf**ing man 'round here And of course I'm only keeping sh** a hundred grand 'round here Fake n***as, y'all can't even stand 'round here Really I'm the motherf**ing man 'round here And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherf**ing band 'round here Lately I been all about the bands 'round here I'm just having fun with it, dawg I'm the motherf**ing man 'round here And of course I'm only keeping sh** a hundred grand 'round here Fake n***as, y'all can't even stand 'round here Really I'm the motherf**ing man 'round here And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherf**ing band 'round here Lately I been all about the bands 'round here I'm just having fun with it