Lyrics COLUMBIA - AG Club

COLUMBIA

I’m a five-star nigga with a big bag
I’ve been gettin' big cake so they big mad
If the offer lookin' decent, tell 'em hit Brad
But if it’s not enough digits, don’t send that
20 years young, thinkin' 'bout a bankroll
Been a minute since they had me on the payroll
Still stackin' paper never was the main goal
I been writin' since my doppelganger dropped Peso
Never stoppin', tell the club haters they should lay low
Task force shit get you bodied, what you play for
Cult followin', they attackin' if we say so
Been wildin', my tongue shootin' like a Draco
Kung Pao chicken eatin', but I got space so
Serve me up a side of the bread with the queso
Bandman head full of dreads with the halo
Hit yo momma spot and put his shoes on her table
West side nigga, what’s the catch, what’s your angle?
Watch a nigga feet leave the floor, Chris Angel
Rip the fuckin' beak off the stork in the middle of New York
Then I make a quick bag off the cradle
I’m a nasty nigga, I read well
You can never catch me nigga, the speed real
Michael Jackson Pepsi sippin', I’m hot headed
Wish a nigga would test me, promise he won’t heal