Modus Operandi - Intellectual

[Bridge]

Pull up my in vette, (wet) wet in all burgundy

He ain’t got it yet, he dreamed again oh wait the nerve of me

Blueprint got me looking fresh to death, a botched surgery

Counting a hundred dozen blue faces, like a burglary

I’m never going broke, see that’s my M.O

Still like fuck a lease, see that’s my M.O

I always it G cause, see that’s my M.O

That just how I move cause it's my Modus Operandi

I don’t think that half you niggas would even understand me

What's my Plan A, to make you settle for your Plan B

What's my Plan A, to break the bank like Harvey Bailey

What's my Plan A, I dick her till she trot like Bambi

On my way up like it's Manchu Pichu

If ain't no feelings then I cannot freak you

Once I hop on it call the coroner, please do

When I pull up, I pull a stunt like I'm Evel Knievel

Money racked up, money stacked up see, no indulgence, just security

If I made it then it's all on me, future to bright for the shade I see

Grind till I'm man of the year, when I am please do not leer

I swear I'm outta this world, still I stay real down to earth

Cause it's my Modus OPERANDI, that done made me this way

See I can cater to you, if you can cater to me

See I can eye for an eye, if you step outta your line

And I'm gon live by my word, cause that's my M.O., whoa