Cuttin' - Mike Jones

Mike Jones, Who?

Mike Jones, Who?

Mike Jones, Jones

My album, Who is Mike Jones

My album, Who is Mike Jones

Swishahouse we cuttin the finest

It’s too late trying to stop us now

Swishahouse we cuttin the finest

It’s too late trying to stop us now

Swishahouse we cuttin the finest

It’s too late trying to stop us now

Swishahouse we cuttin the finest

It’s too late trying to stop us now

I keep that purple stuff, in my cup

Diamonds shine from princess cuts

I stay on the grind, stackin bucks

Im major now finna fuck it up

24's when I roll up, purple drink gon' pour it up

Find a block then sew it up, you claim a set then throw it up

Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk

Got beef with me I’mma pop the trunk

Like Pastor Troy I’m «Ridin' Big»

To the club, blowin skunk

I’m Mike Jones and I’m on the rise, 80 4's pokin out of my ride

My name alone can’t be denied, my name alone can’t be denied

2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 zero zero 4

Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow

2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 zero zero 4

Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow

If you don’t work, you don’t eat

You don’t grind, you don’t shine

So the next time you come up to me

And ask how I blew put that on yo' mind

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You know me, I’m 'bout that paper, no time to deal with haters

Screens fall in Navigators cause Mike Jones a paper chaser

A hater I will erase if he come trippin to my face

Back then look in my door I was flippin yay for the pape

I swang from lane to lane with one hand on the woodgrain

The other hand on my cup, sippin that purple stuff

H-Town Houston Texas we jam music screwed up

You better throw your shades on when I show my princess cuts

Cause I — used to hustle hard on my block

Laws got hot so I shook the spot

Started rappin to stack a knot, 7 months later name got hot

Now I’m finna take it to the top I’mma run this shit when my album drop

So all you haters hatin on me, thanks a lot y’all helped me out

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

I come through on all 4's, Cartier tic-tac-toe

Candy red with the butter flows I got friends but mainly foes

I got candy color on butter non-stoppers I call 'em cutters

From 12 to 12 I’m a hustler that came up, from a struggle

I hustle from noon to night, when I step in a room you see ice

I’m on my grind puttin it down so I can live my life right

I stay on the scene, lookin clean, 24's roll while I’m droppin screens

Before I got a major deal I was underground stackin green

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up

You got drank, well pour it up

You claim a set then throw it up

You got dank let’s blow it up

When my album stop I’ma slow it up