Yung Simmie - Uncle Sam lyrics

I be finessin' I be gettin' to the cash ain't no restin' I let this 40 bang b**h ain't no wrestlin' You with them rookie games b**h I'm a veteran I roll a cannon take a plane ain't no landin' She give me brain don't know her name she speak spanish I do my thing I get my chains then I vanish You n***as lame f** yo' campaign I'm a bandit I'm grippin' grain I'm gettin' brain I'm in traffic I'm at yo' brain it ain't no game I'm a savage You just talkin' I live it I make it happen No cruise but we gettin' wavy I'm yo' captain I'm a go getter Middle finger to a gold digger Ya you eatin' but we feastin' cuz' my bowl bigger That 40 bang it make music and that clip the feature I treat that b**h like an artist it will meet and greet ya I'm a benz boy my whip come with special features Pull up on the b**h hop in what we eatin' I wake and bake with yo' b**h but I don't miss a meetin' The money call me when I'm sleepin' I pick up like 'who dis?' It's the gwop I gotta get to it School of the hardknocks I was the head student And now I teach the teacher the coach is on the bleacher Read a script to the preacher how I met the grim reaper How I heard you way cheaper how I pulled up in that beamer If a n***a ever trippin' he gon' meet the red beam-er And you know I smoke strong I can arm wrestle John Cena Goons murk the scene make a mess call Mr. Clean up Married to the money we got kids n***a f** the prenup I got dollars on the floor leave it there I let the maid clean up Rollin' blunts thick as hell yeah gorilla fingers I got homies in the cartel they'll k** ya b**h I'm bout my bands I want my money in my hand I'm taxin n***as - Uncle Sam I get that gwop and flip it damn Pull up on yo' block Watch them haters scram They know who I am I'm taxin' n***as - Uncle Sam