The Super Producers - Apollo lyrics

[Verse 1: MG Swerve] Dollar signs at my front door n***a open them Bill Gates Million dollar looks n***a Don't dare look at my face These n***as wanna go toe to toe You got broads, I got more Break virginities like the law I'm a senior, You're a soph*more (My n***a) Roll the doobie in the cla**room n***a chill, It's just high school I'm always number 1 Put my face on the dollar bill Let me be blunt, I'm so faded Smoking in school, Higher education Pa** me that higher grade Cause I just graduated I'm making a living off k**ing these n***as You a novice, You a beginner Yeah I'm a sinner My n***a I'm colder than winter MG's the only G I see Shout out to that V-I-C Your girl said I'm as hot as the sun So I gave her that Vitamin D [Hook: MG] Whippin' the Polo Getting high as Apollo Whippin' the Polo Gettin' high as Apollo We whippin' the Polo Gettin' high as Apollo We ain't scared of the Popo My n***a we loco My n***a we loco (x2) [Verse 2:Vic Apollo] It's Vic Apollo, Don't forget the baby Them ladies love me cause I'm hella crazy But them n***as hate me Cause they ain't as famous Them be the same n***as That ask for favors My blunts long like cross country Hell yeah we gettin' faded I smoke skunk I don't smoke majati That A grade Straight from Jamaica I take these rappers out But I ain't talking bout a date So much fish in the sea And I'm the bait I like my girls yellow Like a license plate I leave their pussies Micro-soft Like Windows 8 f** around you get fisticuffed And your sister cuffed, and you know wa**up You think you're balling Till your over up Ask Dale Steyn, yeah he know wa**up Vic Apollo be generous But he too stingy to give a f** Your n***a's got anthrax My pockets fat like the Tigers prop I'm gone [Hook: Vic Apollo] Whippin' the Polo Getting high as Apollo Whippin' the Polo Gettin' high as Apollo We whippin' the Polo Gettin' high as Apollo We ain't scared of the Popo My n***a we loco My n***a we loco (x2) [Verse 3: MG Swerve & Vic Apollo] Vic on the beat, Bon appetite My wrist so froze, Gotta learn how to skeet Gave your girl that Prince Edward D Got her asking for more Thats that Oliver Twist The name is Anxmaly You paying for b**hes, We get 'em for free My n***a you weak (x3) Shout out to my broads Shout out to my broads The fraction still the same It's still homies over hoes There's levels to this game You a player, I'm a coach All I k** is beats But I don't attend their funeral Get to the point Like a colon Buy your girls heart With a coupon I'm too faded I'm too on I'm too high I'm too bright, get your cap on I'm too gone Couldn't see your future with my gla**es on Your girl calling on my phone? Missed calls on my iPhone [Hook: Vic Apollo] Whippin' the Polo Getting high as Apollo Whippin' the Polo Gettin' high as Apollo We whippin' the Polo Gettin' high as Apollo We ain't scared of the Popo My n***a we loco My n***a we loco [Outro: Vic Apollo and MG Swerve]