Done Did It (feat. N.O.E. and Nicole Wray)

Yeah, ha!

Black Keys

What up!

Y'all gotta put yo hands up!

Yeah I settle back into the breeze

Get my cracker barrel on and focus on the cheese

Cheddar come, cheddar go, cheddar spend

I'm showin up in Heaven with a nut, let us in

The airport, the four point Sheraton

Holdin fifty G's in the duffel for a friend

He better come get it , a friend is a friend

But if the hunger pain win than he better come with it

I done did it

The game in the critic

Puttin' diesel out like the Chronicles of Riddick

Im acidic when the cigar is litted

I'm the best of my pedigree, all things considered

I can't count all the goons outfitted in

Arraignments and secret indicts to outwit it

I'm still small beat

Bitches still want me

The impact I had on the block

It still haunts me

So many beards in the game going grey

The body wanna rest put the brain wanna stay

Streets ain't a place, it's a thought

Can't make long money when niggas tempers is short

I can guarantee you lose with a short fuse

But I can guarantee a mink when you think

You done did it

You done did it

You done did it

You want some more?

You done did it

You done did it

You done did it

You want some more?

Damn I'm seein' niggas in my sleep

Same ones who helped me trap figures in the street

From the spirit and beyond, they agree

Wealth has a cover price

Death is the fee

I thought clear when I was younger bout the dime

But the appetite for money tends to navigate the mind

I knew smart well

Structured a new cartel

They gave me that new car smell

Vain, with a deep sharp pain

OGs dubbin me the street muck queen

Pokerface in the middle of a drop off

Keep tellin' me he good keep my socks on

I'm in a rush, show the money like Maguire

Or get your ass nestled in the trunk like a tire

Situations is dire I'm not a new buyer

Get it or you can feel the Cannon like Mariah

You done did it

You done did it

You done did it

You want some more?

I swear you got me down

You done did it

You done did it

You done did it

You want some more?

I swear you got me down

You niggas joke with your money

Sit up in your mans crib and smoke with your money

Like everythings chummy

Ok, well we'll take yours and we live like the Pope with your money

Thats funny, get ghost with your money

And bring the game a whole new approach with your money

See you nigges rather boast with your money

And see how many bitches you can grope with your money

I sell you a jewel, never let the money overrule, cause it

rules over life and the doom

Clean with the vest, I stress, invest

A drug dealers dream is a dream nonetheless

Yeah I settled back into the beat

With the ratchet stickin out the cracks in the seat

Now back in the street

My young boys are askin to eat

Tough guy you ain't lastin' a week

via @LetsSingIt