Letra Pressure Young M.A

Pressure

Oh, this what we doin
Oh
Getting Gs, spending Gs
Vintage on the denims, copped it overseas
I'm thugging any occasion, sanction
Fuck you mean?
Me and Wapo state to state just thuggin in with my bleed
Used to chase a check like ack ack ack
Don't you run for me?

I went legit, ain't been broke since now them checks come to me

She throwing that pussy, but she toxic
That ain't what I need
Them little bitches, she a ten, but ain't the one for me
She ain yeah, yeah
It's a no for me

I wanted the cop that Maybach, but that big shit just too self for me
So I copped that hellcat black on black
Yea, it's a go for me
Bro, still on parole, can't shoot no pole, but he'll go for me
One, two, three, four
M's bitch and I want more
Five, six, seven, eight
They fake, I don't affiliate
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Pray to God and give them hell, ain't worried about what niggas say long as
Them checks in the mail

Whenever my back against the wall
I lift my head up and prevail

Every time they try to go against me, get their ass a L
Anytime I up my
Glock, no talking, bitch, I threw a shell, I keep it every time when I got
Caught with it, I made bail
I can't even tote this. 30 of my Glock is poking
I got killers on that, catch up with your bro and smoke em
I be fresh as fuck with all my ice, look like a dope man
Fuck your hoe no romance
That's why they called me the goat man
Went through 20 bands
This Rolls-Royce is worth bout 4 lambs
Brand new mansions, cash out, heard you ain't owning no land
Ain't no Ms in your account. You tricking on these hoes plans
I put dick up in her mouth and I ain't send her no bands

One, two, three, four
M's bitch and I want more
Five, six, seven, eight
They fake, I don't affiliate
Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
Pray to God and give them hell, ain't worried about what niggas say long as
Them checks in the mail

Yeah, that's what it is
That's where they're supposed to be
I'm really antisocially, so please approach appropriately
Wifey, I need some new shit
You can put that bitch on no degree
Just pulled up to the function caddy trucks, you're ready we deep
Even with the tints, they already know it's me
We on the fence, a few ops in the cut, you already know we peep
We see them niggas
Man, I ain't no bitching, ain't no hoing me
I hope being on my dick is getting you niggas some money
Hopefully
Man, I'm certified CEO
Business in Manhattan, I go to Brooklyn just to link the bros
Gotta see my folks just on the road is where I be the most and gotta keep my
Pole
That's one thing that I'm gonna need the most

One, two, three, four
M's bitch and I want more
Five, six, seven, eight
They fake, I don't affiliate
Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
Pray to God and give them hell, ain't worried about what niggas say long as
Them checks in the mail

Hey, what 50 said?
He says, there's no business like hoe business, you know?
Say, you talk a little better. If you listen a little fast, I ain't slowing
Down for you to catch up, bitch

Yeah