Layups - The Cool Kids, The Alchemist

Money, wake up and get your weight up

Fold the paper to fill the safe up

Making payroll, the bills is paid off

So what you say, dawg?

Don’t shoot if it’s a layup (Whatever)

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I got some acres breeding alpacas and growing hay

I got your block like a linebacker

The other day, I’m on the phone with my contractor

He tryna say I need another zoning permit

I’m zooming in the X6

Crashed and I burned it, recouping my investments

Zendaya on my table, eating sushi off her naked

Twist a bad bitch up and put her coochie where her neck is

Pretzel, X-O, skeleton suits, I got protection

Let’s go, the check cleared

Playing chess on a crystal set

Ice brick chip baguettes

My weed smell like deer piss mixed with sweat

We nomadic for money, we wherever it’s at

You email me 'bout a rap, have that money attached

My crib full of artifacts and archaeology books

And bluetail monitors, look how exotic they look

Using the best technology, a prodigy, he gotta be

Money, wake up and get your weight up

Fold the paper to fill the safe up

Making payroll, the bills is paid off

So what you say, dawg?

Don’t shoot if it’s a layup

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Look, dawg, I just passed you the ball

If that’s more than you can handle, don’t be stepping out of bounds

You full court trapping, I ain’t even gotta foul

This big shot clock’ll make you call timeout

Off the glass, line the bands up like parquet tile

If that’s your mans, then he should’ve told you watch your mouth, nigga

This ain’t a team picture

You just shooting by yourself, I was never playing with you

Finger roll ice and my footwork nice

Pulling up from downtown and my wristwork slight

And they ripped you off the cross 'cause you wasn’t Christ

Nothing like the dribble out the jam, nigga

Use your other hand, nigga

Chuck, streets like a game of 21

Only rule, get it done

Three-peat, no check

'Fore you shoot the twos and ones

Watch out for the double cross

Take an L, brush it off

Come back with a vengeance

Shit, it been a minute since I took a loss

Make your defense your best offense

Took the charge, got up, kept it pushing

Even when I didn’t get the call

Money wake up and get your weight up

Fold the paper to fill the safe up

Making payroll, the bills is paid off

So what you say, dawg?

Don’t shoot if it’s a layup

Don’t shoot if it’s a layup

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