Tamacki - M.I.T.M lyrics

[Intro: Tamacki] Yoow, Tamacki I got my n***a Perry on this Eh yoow! Eh yoow! [Verse 1: Tamacki] Yeah tell me that you love me Come ride on my dick, f** being a fairy Tell me you hate me, still s** my dick Stop being Janelly Came in this game and now they fear me Tell these dudes that they is below me I'm the rap engineering The god is reborn, no sh** you can tell me These n***as hustle hard, straight up from the pennies Money is the motive, stay grinding like Tony Parvati Men smoke changed the old me I'm soo high my n***as tryna hold me Baptized with the holy my sanctuary Bang! Bang! Bang! Street thugs they be banging Grinding! Life's a monopoly Everyone's in the game but these n***as all lucky f** me! Dreams of Maserati Money is the drug, it's a great remedy Tamacki! Tamacki! Money is the drive so now they feel me Streets cruel so all we do is grinding Jaime said work hard but play like Tom and Jerry Thought about it, thought that sh** was crazy Looking at my life it's a dichotomy Genius, that's what my n***as call me A great man born you can lick my greatness Relentless! My style is relentless They get props to s** my co*k she love the greatness Speechless! This war for a weakling, a goblin, hobgoblin Men this all the same sh** Preaching! I swear I'm never preaching Cos practice what you preach got a n***a practicing Dissing! She diss me then she kiss me She in for the money, fast life in Lambourghinis She a cla**ic, always a cla** illness The illest rapper alive someone give me a treatment Raah! [Bridge: Perry] Money got me going like That's the motive, I gotta do this I gotta stunt n***a! I gotta flaunt n***a! Shoes and chains gotta have it all n***a And the girls too [Verse 2: Perry] With my boo boo face and with these two bouquets For my ma and my papa, A hat for his toupee An ace for his efforts Stick to your books or I go coo coo ay! What more could I say huh? Never told me money was the motive But I kinda got the picture, that's the reason I live I teach myself bad morals cos I'm a rapper This wanna be life done made me a fronter Uh! On the front line I suffer losses So stay with me and ride till you get sore feet And be my black fleet, I'm your favourite that's what I mean Cos if I try to right my wrongs, some could still be left I could be jailed for theft Deemed imperfect, for the record I'm not My style could be your preference, I doubt it's hot My self esteem is kinda low I gotta get it up and get it up and get right back to my feet Money was the motive and I pursued the vane things life had to offer Tryna see that Benjamin like Joseph Even if it meant putting y'all behind bars