Sammy Adams - Ba** Head lyrics

DJ cash Matty Trump Sammy adams Champs league Bring it back Matty trump Sammy adams (Whoo Kid) Champs league Motha f**a Barcelona on b**h, Oh Lights out Word on the street is Money he got plenty He ain't playin They ain't ready sh**s gon get a little heavy, oh Beatin up the beat Early up I call it Breaky And I'm skatin through the generous Ridin fast like a (bang bang) 365 day cash flow diet If I ain't doin shows or in the studio I'm dyin' Buzz that I created make people think I was buyin I guess these dudes forgot that makin money takes some grindin' I been doin this for 9 months but I'm sure they know That I put in more work that you have in like 4, 5 years or so Can't hear all them haters Learned a technique couple weeks ago Middle fingers up b**h My eyes are closed Yeah forget Mr.Stern Alex (energy) Oh (Ba**head) Stop time ocho Taller than you front row Yellow flag not throw I'm whack thought so Hard to take a loss oh Eyes on pica**os I'm a mile high smokin nuggets in a bronco Hear me on my junk go all records all gold Record labels all hoes Talkin to my mom oh So rude but in interviews a gentlemen Can't compare me to somethin in the game that's (oh oh) Uh like me like me And these b**hes mad I care more about my nikes Stuck off a plane blowin smokes like lee And these dudes are blown away goin on beats like these (whoo) Yeah, I call it hip hop dubstep This has not been done yet sh** that get the club wet Yeah I'm movin out I got a sub let Mad I gave the game somethin that they haven't f**ed with Yeah and admit it feels awkward To not say a word but know that everyone's talkin Every eye is watchin Studio locked in Go and get this off me Baby failin's not an option Yeah ironic how I walked in And if it was the 90's I'd be blastin in your walk-man Please, hold the comments I get often You need to take a breather Maybe you should take a walk man