Lyrics Sir Michael Rocks

Sir Michael Rocks

Wassup

[Hook: x2]

Wassup? What's crackin? What's happenin? What's good?

Them hoes, be jockin, attackin my wood

Wassup? What's crackin? What's happenin? What's good?

You see me? I'm stacking. I wish a nigga would...

If I don't do nothing else then I'm a make sure all my niggas straight

Mills on top of mills is dollar bills on top of dinner plates

Iceberg Historian, a Polo Sport extraordinaire

My bitches, man I spoil em, a thousand dollars for her hair

She got that wet and wavy, I f**k her all crazy

Eye never lazy, Tracy McGrady

This that Lambo truck, camo shorts, Cory got the bangers

So hang up if you think you finna call me out my name bruh

"Hello? " Don't dial the wrong number, my nigga K be under

We H-1 Hummer, we take the K up under

You see that? So disrespect and get a check from the 11th letter

Presidential Rollie, Ferregamo sweater

If that's your girl, you better get her

Never let her out of your sight

She looking curious, the king luxurious

She wonder what the jewelry is, her nigga furious

A quarter mil just to insure this shit

[Hook x2]

Right, I like em feisty with a little class

Some little titties with a stupid ass

I help her with her rent, I know she's still in school

She got that stupid brain, but baby ain't a fool

I'm scooping up the cash, making my rounds

Different amount deposited in checking accounts

I'm not really interested in trying to make new friends

Acquaintances... I'm busy tryna chase these ends

But when it's time to kick it, I kick it, The Toothpick Clique

It's me and my niggas, Tall Tris, Kory Bellz, El Player

Dave C, Mike Dougie, Crack and 'em, Boldy James

Pac Div, GY, meet me at the beehive

Uh huh, I tell a bitch to choose up

'Fore we up and lose touch, I ain't got all night

Sippin' on some sweet syrup but it's not all Sprite

Pickin' up plenty checks but they not all Nike's

[Hook x2]