[Verse 1]
Making hits like I'm Ken Griffey, I need that $750,000
Bands in my hands, tell them n***as to come and get me
If they want it, they can get it, my n***a, im with it
Wanna take me out the game
Cause ya know I am hella gifted, just like Christmas
See they nothing, never catch me slippin'
Keep it pimpin, when he actin up ill love 'em from a distance
Never trippin', keep a trick up my sleeve like a magician
My mama taught me hustle, I'm just stickin' to tradition
Runnin the streets for fitness, with God as my witness
No one step up to the plate, so goddamnit I did it
And Imma gonna keep on going hard until the day that I finish
And your team ain't lookin too strong, but that's none of my business

[Chorus]
And I just
I just...
Every effin time
Ohhhh...
Making hits like I'm Ken Griffey

[Verse 2]
Yo, Please don't hit my line if you ain't tryin' to spin nothin'
(Cha-Ching)
N***a's talk good money, but them n***a's been bluffin'
(They lyin')
We making noise now, but bitch we been buzzin'
(Bitch we been buzzin')
Them other n***a's quiet, like the weed that they be puffin'
If you sittin' at my table then you know you gotta plate
(Ya know you gotta plate)
I was running for home base, while you n***a's played it safe
And Im all across the country tryna put on for my state
N***a's get a lemonade, and if they ever in my way
My homies makin plays and they be servin like its section
Am I living good? That should never be a question
They always got opinions, but I don't need their suggestions
And I'm stuntin' on them haters like that shit was my profession
Ya
I just...
Every Effin Time
Making hits like I'm Ken Griffey. x's 8