Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E. - Lena Horne lyrics

[Hook] Yeah, Uh Team so tough I gotta throw it up high We seen a lot of money but we ain't seen enough, nah, yo Leanin' hard, leanin' hard, that chopper singing like Lena Horne For these n***as who tryna get deep involved in this sh** [Bridge] They yelling more money All these b**hes talk about is more money But you gotta get it off the floor, honey Yeah, you gotta get it off the floor, honey n***as talkin more money All these n***as talk about is more money All these n***as talk about is more money All these n***as.. Hol' up [Verse 1] So they movin the pack out back room Plug in the bathroom Just re'd up, gotta come back soon Gotta come back soon Need awards for this sh**, this floor's hot as cancun Rent due and they don't care what a n***a can't do Younger n***as in the hood, did what the older n***as do They was posted on the block, I was in the paint too Ain't too many other n***as that could do it like dude I was tryna to get it crackin made it happen out the blue I remember now, been without Sitting up in jail with a pregnant baby mama tryna get me out Life wasn't ever lenient on that linear scale Just look at when I was 20 wit a wallet empty as hell But now P so swaggy should be wit Iggy Azalea And all of my n***as stamped should prolly be in a mail truck On my Dave chappelle, I wanna see the haters ball So they can talk about the good instead of what I be doin wrong I be chiefin like cheech and nem To keep me from chalking somethin' out like a teacher And then receiving amnesia I need preacher and a beach chair Cuz when n***as be claimin' they the president, I'm thinking' bout how they bout to get impeached here Got no love for no n***a I get all of the gold out of a gold digger Put nikes on my toes and some dope denims Stunt like a dope dealer son that soaked up the game like a sponge Treat the flow like an automatic gun I gotta k** these n***as [Hook] [Bridge 2] All these b**hes talk about is more money Yeah, you gotta get it off the floor, honey All these n***as talk about is more money Yeah, you gotta get it off the floor, honey [Verse 2] I woke up stuntin' my n***a I don't even know what time f**in time zone I'm in I'm the one that everybody eyes on The only rapper muthaf**as can rely on I ain't put a project out in 2 years You dropped one about a week ago and didn't nobody even know Only got yo n***as promotin and they ain't even listen to that sh**, my n***a ain't that a b**h I devise a plan like Gladē It got my runnin' through the lobby with some thick girls tweakin' off a molly I know n***a plotting C.N.O.T.E. said he got me And I know he ain't lyin' cuz that Charger had a choppa in it when I got it Man I'm loyal to who loyal to me Ya favorite rapper is a bore to me Like Wale said I sound like J. Cole When I get on boy these n***as whole plate gone Ain't gone play I got an ankle brace on All thru city n***as show me love like Faizon Out here dodging hoes that gotta paint they face on Shoutout all the chicks who told me “Cheeks" was they song Brew City, Brew City, swear to God I'll never rep a new city Like a roommate, my n***as move wit me IPhone goin crazy, man the bill 250 Gotcha girlfriend catchin backshots like Ricky lil n***a [Hook]