CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : McGrady
[Chorus]
When you're down and out it feel like nobody watching
They all in your face you they see you on and popping
I'm getting to the money and I'd rather keep my options
I had to shake a bitch like McGrady with the Rockets
When you're down and out it feel like nobody watching
They all in your face you they see you on and popping
I'm getting to the money and I'd rather keep my options
I had to shake a nigga like McGrady with the Rockets
[Verse]
Like McGrady with the Rockets, I told that bitch to stop it
If you keep on pocket-watching you gon' meet my pocket rocket
New fit, hair did, and the shoes match the polish
I step in the time chamber and I'm feeling hyperbolic
Looking hella righteous, bitches wanna fight us
You cannot be like us, I'm not being biased
I'm eating got the itis, look like you in a crisis
Everything I touch is gold, you know I got the Midas touch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Run this shit just like a track meet
Flex up like an athlete
I've been ready to blow just like a fire to a gas leak
Staying at my granny's used to only eat that canned meat
Now it's seafood dinners where we only eat that crab meat
Starched down and creased up from the head down to the feet
We was throwing bows in the living room like the rappers did on TV
Now every day is the summer, I'm the #1 stunna
That Dewey truck that's mounted up and the driveway for that Hummer
[Chorus]
When you're down and out it feel like nobody watching
They all in your face you they see you on and popping
I'm getting to the money and I'd rather keep my options
I had to shake a bitch like McGrady with the Rockets
When you're down and out it feel like nobody watching
They all in your face you they see you on and popping
I'm getting to the money and I'd rather keep my options
I had to shake a nigga like McGrady with the Rockets
[Verse]
Like McGrady with the Rockets, I told that bitch to stop it
If you keep on pocket-watching you gon' meet my pocket rocket
New fit, hair did, and the shoes match the polish
I step in the time chamber and I'm feeling hyperbolic
Looking hella righteous, bitches wanna fight us
You cannot be like us, I'm not being biased
I'm eating got the itis, look like you in a crisis
Everything I touch is gold, you know I got the Midas touch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Run this shit just like a track meet
Flex up like an athlete
I've been ready to blow just like a fire to a gas leak
Staying at my granny's used to only eat that canned meat
Now it's seafood dinners where we only eat that crab meat
Starched down and creased up from the head down to the feet
We was throwing bows in the living room like the rappers did on TV
Now every day is the summer, I'm the #1 stunna
That Dewey truck that's mounted up and the driveway for that Hummer
[Chorus]
