Mano - Connect lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Banco I've got bra** knuckles, Cartier's I can't lie, seen harder days Should be easy when you're born and raised By the G code and I keep on But the 3 tone not 2 Margiela, my shoe n***a tryna be me You should just try to be you I love my friends, I love my crew I'm at Pappadeaux's, eatin' lobster claws If you b**h look good I'mma knock that off I knock it off like horse play Makin' it rain like I storm chase f**in' around with that horse hay That greenery, that greener weed Ain't none really what it seem to be Like damn, why you try to act like You ain't never seen nothing like me before Girl, you know I'm beautiful And you know we own the world, we due for dough Just stay away from all these stupid hoes [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] You got all of these plans Now, we ballin' and I bet I bet I bet I bet.. She will pick up the phone if I call her again Man, I'm waitin' on that wet that wet that wet that wet.. You mad cuz I'm getting it direct direct direct direct.. And you wantin' my connect connect connect connect.. Cuz I'm getting it direct direct direct direct.. And they wantin' my connect connect connect connect.. [Verse 2: Mano] Rollin with kid, n***a know me M-A-N-O young OG Fresh motherf**er, you can borrow my cheese Rollin' down the street in a new M3 Blacked out, my feet low n***a quit hatin', I don't f** wit y'all I'm so cold, I'm worth gold My old school got some TO Pity she pretty I'm in that special committee At 15's we runnin' sh** All hail to the new government In L.A. we chillin', pimp as we swag And knowin' what's up when she's poppin' them tags DMO3, doin' these things It's like I've got work because of me We shower, we drink We dope and sh** We pop it, we get it Then spend it, submit it My n***as is k**in' We out here let's get it I f** with them n***as that got it so get it He's trippin' it, he's pimpin' Don't you slip and fall with them digits That cash reeled these b**hes Around us so get this [Hook] [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] I need s**, neck, checks Man I need all 3 of those in that order Lookin' at palm trees grow in South Florida Couple of bomb b**hes get in that water What's the deal? What's the deal? Baby what's the deal? You signed for the low could you adjust the deal? Pop a little Molly, girl, it's just a pill I'm the type of dealer you can trust, for real That fendi sheets, I'm tryna bend the streets You on bended knees, I'm on Benjamin's And I will never injure him while I roll another trambolin I miss the marble floors, gravel streets Any motherf**er that be co*k the beat Two bad b**hes and they down to eat One another for the calories I bust down and I X pockets I still swim in that black ma** money I'm whippin' I'm whippin' I'm workin' it back Always on time never catch a n***a slippin' Hoppin' out the whip, I'm the new Scottie Pippen Lookin' at the swag, man it's still drippin' Man that swag be drippin', yeah [Hook]