Dead Faces Lyrics

Presidents, Presidents

All these... bout presidents

All my... bout presidents

Them dead faces on a black card have anything on your wishlist

Presidents, Presidents

All my... bout presidents

All these... bout presidents

Ain't on your job then you hate yourself

You ain't on it right the motivation whit it them

Could it be my business suit or my mogul savvy that make me different from yall

Fuck your thoughts bet you call on me when it's really big business involved

Stay out yah feelings

Come spend with me, If you're lost there gotta deal with it

Ain't in a rush, but come whit it

Please move swiftly cause the times ticking

I pick up women with the money motive

Put em on game when they class is over

Fashion Week, smart walkers with the top-notch and the high rollers

But most of yall stuck in yesterday

I'm like fuck that I'm on warp 8

Above the surface, beyond your vision

You on the first meal, I'm on my third plate

Country boy flip around the country

Just to find solutions make an end quote

When the ink dry do the money dance

Saying let me get them Fiat notes

Still mutha-fuck the po-po's

Fuck them Corporate GMOs

And them broads that's quick to call a man thirsty

While they pussy hanging out

Presidents, Presidents

All these... bout presidents

All my... bout presidents

Them dead faces on a black card have anything on your wishlist

Presidents, Presidents

All my... bout presidents

All these... bout presidents

Ain't on your job then you hate yourself

You ain't on it right the motivation whit it them

I make moves you gotta sign for

Anything else ain't got the time for it

Save the whole city with a dope flow

I can move a mountain with my eyes closed

Won't stop even after box

Even after light, I was born to froth

Spent time in my offseason

Casey Hill pulling extra drops

Now the money in, know what to do with it

All in on the right route

They ain't really want to lay a hand in it

But everybody standing with they hand out

I ain't really looking for no validation

Your participation ain't needed now

I was sent to the system with the crack codes

Let me paint you one

I could read your mind, you bout

Presidents, Presidents

All these... bout presidents

All my... bout presidents

Them dead faces on a black card have anything on your wishlist

Presidents, Presidents

All my... bout presidents

All these... bout presidents

Ain't on your job then you hate yourself

You ain't on it right the motivation whit it them