Lyrics IDK – 2 Cents (Extended Version)

2 Cents (Extended Version) Lyrics – IDK

Singer: IDK
Title: 2 Cents (Extended Version)

n#gg#s be talkin’ ’bout nets
But they on the sidelines lookin’ stressed
I’m on the front line with the TEC
I’m shootin’ my shot, I’m hittin’ they neck

Just give me respect, I’ll give you respect
b#tch, I’m an animal, you ain’t a vet
Shit, I got paper, boy, for you baby boys, f#ck around, I’ma take your Yvette
I take off my shirt, she take off the stress

I take off like Migo, the whip is offset
I sit at the top of the city I rep
My city ain’t count, I be countin’ the checks
Jean Royère the chairs, that is the flex

You gotta Google that just to connect
I bought a crib, you bought a Patek
I guess that’s the message you tryna project
Finessin’, I’m guessin’ I’m comin’ correct

I’m like, “How are we beefin’ if we never met?”
You like, “I ain’t the one,” I’m like, “Please come again”
b#tch, I rap off the top, I said peace to my pen
Rest in peace to my n#gg#s I can’t see again

Yeah, I know I’m gon’ see you, this sh#t ain’t the end
Either you are an enemy or you a friend
It’s no in between ’cause that is pretend
I got my own two cents, if you know what I mean

I got my own two cents, if you know what I mean
I take the check over the trip, if you know what I mean
I pick the mortgage over rent (Yeah), if you know what I mean
GG the team, DC the king (GG)

I got the AR, it came with the beam (Uh)
Servin’ up fiends, I don’t pull no schemes
They hear when I’m comin’, that sh#t say, “Cha-ching” (Cha-ching)
My neck so frozen, that sh#t say, “Bling-bling” (Bling-bling)

I ain’t even put no damn ice in my lean (Uh)
She say, “You’re a dope boy, that’s just clean”
Uh-oh, I think I’m the man of her dreams (Ooh)
Baby, what you waitin’ on? Come join the big league (Uh)

We could take a trip way down to the deep sea (Uh)
And I’m with a bougie b#tch, like to eat chickpeas
Sweet and petite, can’t stand up to six feet (Oh)
She said, “Why your neck wet?” Baby, those VVs (g#dd#mn)

Greg Yuna piece, lil’ b#tch, it took six weeks (g#dd#mn, g#dd#mn)
b#tch keep naggin’, talkin’ ’bout she miss me
Told the b#tch, “Don’t pack,” flew her out to Sicily (Woah)
b#tch got to braggin’, I had to ditch her

Got even madder when I f#cked her sister
I got my bag up, I think I’m that n#gg# (Yep)
I just be swaggin’, I’m a fashion killer (Oh)
They say, “You a star, why you be with them hitters?” (Brrt)

I hop out the car like, “I’m sorry, no pictures” (I’m sorry)
Call all of my dawgs, I grew up to riches (Uh)
They told me that I was the runt out the litter (Young Jefe Holmes)
Cute face, nice ass, but she’s schemin’ on the low

I just cut to the chase, ask her, “Do you want the pole?”
New friends? No way, they be schemin’ for the dough (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh)
Ring the bell, I open up, see they face, and close the door (Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh)
I got my own two cents, if you know what I mean (Uh-huh, uh, uh)

I got my own two cents, if you know what I mean (Uh-huh, uh, uh)
I take the check over the trip (Yeah), if you know what I mean
I pick the mortgage over rent, if you know what I mean
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