Tommy Songtext

But if they're looking for some work, I got the finest business.
But when I come back, ain't no sleeping, got ... shows
I got a bankroll down in Mexico with them pesos.
With them blue suits and the dog boy, you better stay low
I know a Chinese man that will wrap you up like an egg bro.
I'm on the streets blurching, and you tell other niggas I ain't working,
I mean, I got a job, no 9 to 5 and my neck frozen.

I'm flexing on you niggas like I got a job
I'm styling on you niggas like I got a job
Who knew Tommy on the way, I got a job
I feel like Tommy got a name, this is my new job.

I want that bread, nigga
Shoot your head, nigga
Don't give a fuck, always been that special add, nigga
Dead bodies, need body bags
Closed casket, he got a bag.
I get you dragged, then get you tagged
He bleed them bad, like a bitch on the retch. My money talks, keeps me company
I got hundred thugs, don't know what's wrong with me!
It's been a long journey, but I know I'm worthy like James Worthy
My bitch Shorty, it's brick clean, my gun dirty!
Can't get a job, I smoked too much, my piss dirty!
We fucked up from their pees up, I know you heard me!

I'm flexing on you niggas like I got a job
I'm styling on you niggas like I got a job
Who knew Tommy on the way, I got a job
I feel like Tommy got a name, this is my new job.