Mike Sherm - Facts Lyrics

(Major League)
(TrevMadeThisBeat)

This a foreign fit, bitch, don't touch shit
I'm throwing big fits if you don't suck dick
I'm married to the money, I don't love no bitch
If you try to rob me then yo' life get stripped
You tryna touch 10, I spent 10 on a whip
These hoes get no time I just f*ck then I dip
You focus on the green, I want blue like a Crip
You always going broke 'cause you can't make a flip
Yo' bitch on my dick, now you tryna fight her
Only love the neck, nigga, I don't even like her
Saying that I'm broke like hearing "nigga" from a white boy
3 Gen 4s, I ain't f*cking with a Hi-Point
So icy, grill shiny
Eating like I'm Tip but I ain't f*cking on no Tiny
I do this shit daily, counting money is a hobby
And I'm prolly outta state like I just caught a body
Bank account match my Gucci belt, that's a lot of G's
Bitch, I'm banked up like I hit the lottery
A nigga go crazy so you know it ain't no stopping me
I can't take you suckas serious, niggas comedy
She gave me good top, now her nigga wanna body me
I don't even want her, tell that bitch stop calling me
If I was you, I wouldn't let yo' main bitch follow me
You can't name a nigga in my city that's as hot as me
I-I don't never throw blims, I be catching 'em
I be running up a check, I ain't sweating 'em
You can't ask me how I do it, this shit regular
I be flexing on these niggas like a wrestler
I heard it's money on the floor, I'm a janitor
Say she wanna f*ck, hold on, let me check my calendar
Let her give me 10, it ain't shit to throw a band at her
I'm not a pimp, just a great money manager