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Mike WiLL Made-It

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Possible

(album: Ransom - 2014)


[Hook Yung Joey:]
Dripping in diamonds, covered in gold
I flooded my AP, I'm outta control
I'm still in the gutter, dipping them Os
Working them euros, I'm out of control
When you're getting dinero, more things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible
When you hustle like I do, all things are possible
Anything possible, anything possible

[Verse 1 Yung Joey:]
I come from the ghetto, I just wanna be rich
Now the money is coming, ain't that a bitch
My crib like perfection, baby show me them tits
If money could talk, these niggas ain't saying shit
Ain't afraid of the Popo, pussy nigga I'm lit
I take care of my family, you spend cake on a bitch
You gon' get her the Louis bag, I'm a give her this dick
She gon' come back for more, call that money well spent
I started from zero, took that to a hunda
Brought that to a thou wow
Now play with them stacks now
Catch me in traffic, but that could be tragic
Got a couple new shooters, get you laid in a casket

[Hook]

[Verse 2 Dej Loaf:]
You're my type for sure, I'm tryna see what shorty 'bout
Thugged out, pants sag with a.40 cal
I was in Vogue, they wrote me an article
I want that cover, anything's possible
How is it possible you on my dick
I don't even got one, man this shit is sick
My grandma confused me like fuck as a kid
I had no idea she was more like a pimp
Bitch I get money, my niggas not starving, my niggas not stavting
My niggas not starving, I'm drinking my Hennessy listening to Marvin

[Hook]

[Verse 3 Yung Joey:]
Overcoming the obstacles, these niggas popsicles
Riding dick like a prostitute, for that cake I'm in high pursuit
Word to my mommy, I stay with that Lami
Dare you to play, I'm not with the flexing, I'm down for that homi'
I got a lady, she got a lady
But if you fuck my lady, then you gotta pay me
These bitches, they love the kid, and you know that
Don't play them games I used to, I'm like a throwback
You treat the special, Bobby Womak
Me? Fuck no, can't picture that with a Kodak
On the run like Jay Z, I got me a Beyoncé
Just to sit with me courtside, watch the Knicks at the Barclays

[Hook]

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