M.A - k**a Swag lyrics

[Intro: Money Ev$] M. A. on the beat k**a Swag freestyle Yeah, Money Ev$, Couch Potato Millz Uh huh, yeah, k** 'em [Verse 1: Couch Potato] Couch Potato Millz, homie I'm a young star Underage, but the sk**'s above par Looking for a push over homie, well too bad Millz ain't the one to pick on, sort of like a bloody scab And I plan to have twice your pay Twice the man but I only am half your age With a mind like mine, I won't fail Texting b**hes while I'm high as hell Call it rocket mail Ev$ hop on board, now let me blast off Cash Makin' Crew, the money is the mascot Watch your back ya'll cause I'm cutting rappers like a hacksaw You sound like me, two years 'fore last fall This your last call, ain't no Carson Daily I got money stacks, and I count 'em daily Going in, switching up the flow Yo we countin' dirty money, ain't no need for no soap Ain't got to wait for her birthday to get me some throat You want that cake? Get on your knees, you see that candle now blow See I'm putting all this work in, getting something out of it Smooth like a jetski, dump like a battleship I know a large amount of you rappers counterfeit And ya astounded by the sounds ya' surrounded with Sounds I pound now get around town Like a girl who went down with all the dudes you lounging with Catch me everyday, trying to arouse a chick Quick to pick her up and I be on some bounty sh** Run that money, run that sh** just like a miler I'm hot fire, the competition is milder The flow is dope, you might as well go and od CMC I'm all about my green like Yoshi [Verse 2: Money Ev$] I'm back on it like I haven't ever been Spitting bars through the track, with a snack cinnamon Buns stick to a b**h, riding dick Mouth is, she ain't celibate Got the game wet and shook, for the f**ing hell of it CMC the regiment, E-V-S the president Got the ground shaking like I'm messing with the sediment Jaws move, chins drop while I'm f**ing entering Got this rap thing like flame, yea, sizzlin' Got stain, stack that, continue the husltin' With game, Pac-man, call me Money Cash Man Haters bummed out while I'm out getting carrots Money is a habit, you can call me silly rabbit With your tricks to the side like a motherf**ing parrot Ev$ flow is on Mortal Kombat status Kicking s**ers with a k**er swag fatality For I am E-V-S, excuse me for my profanity When proving my point in an ignorant society Filled with villains and fiends with no hope left entirely I have my own entirety, my open definition Embedded in me when I'm spitting sicker venom to a victim Doomed, dead and gone for ever, ever doubting me Upgraded to a failure to a standard NJCU student At a complexity level that is slightly suttle Cooking off the top like metal Lyrics hot like the devil If you dig it, get a shovel You don't feel me, you in trouble Cause my mind is like a shuttle Take off, your in rumbles Getting stacks, call that bummers You work hard, I work double You outside, I'm in a huddle Watch game, I don't mumble Thats your girl? I'mma cuddle Talk smack, make you stumble Snatch gat, make you humble Pull back, watch you tumble