Ceo Trayle Publishing Lyrics

[Intro]
(Mano)

[Chorus]
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for f*ckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been showtime for f*ckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know mine to f*ck her deep

[Verse 1]
Ayy, uh, just like Money Mitch whenever I touch the streets
Clock punchin'-ass, pumpin' gas underneath
Glock punch your ass and put your ass underneath
You ain't got my number, you can't call me, you can't f*ckin' reach
Where your reach go?
Graow, baow through the peephole
Know that it's a fire 'cause you seen smoke
Don't know what shoes I'ma wear with this Celine coat
You ain't know?
Ballin' for so long like, motherf*cker, I should've been pro
I don't like niggas, this shit Jim Crow, I sip slow
She should not talk back to a pimp, though, shе didn't know
He a cop car, Winslow, he don't let his friеnds glo
Gen5, not Gen4, not C5, it's C4
[Chorus]
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for f*ckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been showtime for f*ckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know mine to f*ck her deep [Verse 2]
I just need a slut that I know mines, tell her she so fine
Ain't seen him, he got blowed down close to the goal line
And my country cousin grow pine, that shit a goldmine
She was goin' way too fast, told her to slow down
Buttons in the car, I don't know what they do
Put this on my ma, if you run up, I'ma shoot
I'ma set this bitch on fire whenever I step in this booth
Record in front of everybody, they shut up when I do
Seen that money rain, I was Ace inside the cleaners first
You can dream, still gotta do the work
Bitch say I'm a flirt
But these bitches say I'm mean as f*ck, clean as f*ck
Got my car from Scottie, told him beam me up, 4

[Chorus]
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for f*ckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been showtime for f*ckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know mine to f*ck her deep
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for f*ckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been showtime for f*ckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know mine to f*ck her deep