CuBeatz - Obsession lyrics

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CuBeatz - Obsession lyrics

[Hook: Skeme] I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? My foot pressed on the gas 'Til everything done on the dash I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? (yeah) Saint Laurent to the toes And I don't chase nothing but a muthaf**in' bag I'm so obsessed with this cash baby I'm so obsessed with these racks baby Got a check on me now, that's a fact baby I'm balling b**h, check out the stash baby I swear I'm obsessed with this fetty mama I fell in love with that guap, guap, guap Pour up that oil and go get it homie Rubber band holdin' that knot, knot, knot (hold up) [Verse 1: Skeme] Far as y'all and your two cents I swear to god, I give two sh**s I'm Eric Wright 'bout the money stacks Get 'em Eazy-E But still I'm Ruthless 30 deep and we at Mastro's 40 deep and we at Ruth's Chris Whole hood through the back door Who the f** 'gon tell us that we too thick I remember when I saw my first mill Same night, I was making new sh** I ain't saying that to brag to you neither I'm just telling you some truth sh** It's so much lying going on nowadays You can't even tell when it's truth, sh** And I don't want a dime from you for it Just remember who the truth b**h Before you take a step in my pair Check twice, make sure the shoe fit You play with the youngin' Ima have them gunners swoop in On some shoot out the roof sh** That's a promise and a threat too Better make ya next move ya best move Cause little quicker with them chess moves Even kings f** around and get tattooed [Hook: Skeme] I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? My foot pressed on the gas 'Til everything done on the dash I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? (yeah) Saint Laurent to the toes And I don't chase nothing but a muthaf**in' bag I'm so obsessed with this cash bae I'm so obsessed with these racks bae Got a check on me now, that's a fact baby I'm balling b**h, check out the stash baby I swear I'm obsessed with this fetty mama I fell in love with that guap, guap, guap Pour up that oil and go get it homie Rubber band holdin' that knot, knot, knot (hold up) [Verse 2: Skeme] '07 I was seventeen Had them 16's that was hella mean Wide-eyed on the I-side Try and pull up in some sh** they never seen Flow switch from my old sh** But I could k** this tune and let the metal sing F's up and the flag's red But the green be over everything (what) Now the young n***a brackin' Count papers to the pa**ion It's middle fingers to the pastor And my ex is hatin from the past tense You get to the top from the muthaf**in' bottom You got a reason to brag then Paint a pretty penny for a n***a image Eighteen hunnid for jeans that I'm saggin If you hatin n***as, bring a bag in They don't like you winnin, keep a mag then Self-made, I'm a mogul baby I could make a mill of the a** end Pull up in the S6-trey, big boy this is not a Jag b**h Pockets lookin like a fat b**h Mix a n***a with the rap sh** [Hook: Skeme] I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? My foot pressed on the gas 'Til everything done on the dash I want the whole thing Why would I settle for half? (yeah) Saint Laurent to the toes And I don't chase nothing but a muthaf**in' bag I'm so obsessed with this cash bae I'm so obsessed with these racks bae Got a check on me now, that's a fact baby I'm balling b**h, check out the stash baby I swear I'm obsessed with this fetty mama I fell in love with that guap, guap, guap Pour up that oil and go get it homie Rubber band holdin' that knot, knot, knot (hold up)

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