Mission - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

What's good GeeohhS

[Chorus]

Yeah, broke that bitches heart, no I do not feel affection

Daley be whippin' the work, you know that he be efficient, yeah

Everything you say cap, I know that shit be fiction, yeah

I don't care if that's your girl, she hit my line I'm a hit it, yeah

Fell in love with lean, they be telling me I got an addiction, yeah

Your money subtract and money it be doing addition, yeah

Had to move the work I could never be caught washing no dishes, yeah

Fucking with me then I'm a leave him sleeping with the fishes, yeah

I want a million dollars swear to god I'm on a mission, yeah

Those are your shooters, why they be missin', yeah

Call up my shooters, you know they gon' hit shit

[Verse]

Only care about the riches

I don't care about no bitches

Y'all be acting suspicious

So I can't fuck with ya

No you can't get no picture, yeah

You ain't got no damn hustle

How you gon' get a lil' richer?

Wockhardt up in my cup

I do not sip on no liquor

Kickin' back countin' these figures

Finger right up on the trigger

Put a bullet in his Hilfiger

Hangin' with them real killers, they'll really kill ya

Hollow tip bullets yeah they'll really feel ya

Got a new bitch and my new bitch thicker

You ain't like me yeah you a beginner

I'm in the stars like big dipper

I be ballin' yeah just like a Clipper

They be talking shit on Twitter

We can get up with ya

We can pull up and split ya

She sucking me I can't kiss her

Choppa eat him like some dinner

Couple shots right from the sprinter

You a rat, Master Splinter

Money big it's getting bigger

Need some percs I'm a deliver

Drugs fucking up my liver

My heart cold like it's winter, yeah

My whole life I been a winner