It's Alright

MIMS

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    It's Alright

    (Intro)

    It's alright…
    Woah, let me tell you now…

    (Verse I)

    I came to blow a grip
    You know I don't care
    Grab a couple stacks
    Throw the money in the air
    Drive the black car
    Open up the bar
    Shut the club down
    Leave with a couple broads
    You're f***ing with a star
    You can see the glow
    I'm pushing 40 stacks for a 10 minute show
    Nigga do the math
    I'ma need a bath
    Cause I'm filthy rich
    Making money out the ass
    My little cousin told me this is my year
    I won't stop till a nigga shuttin down Times Square
    Yeah, I do this for the block no lies
    So I can drop the top on the 645
    See until you're on top niggas don't show respect
    But my name MIMS aka Cut The Check
    I used to play the bench
    But now I'm on deck
    When I'm hopping off the jet
    Nigga's face look upset
    But I'm quick to tell them..

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    (Chorus)

    It's alright
    Woahhh….
    I'm so quick to tell them
    It's alright
    Woahhh….

    (Verse II)

    Now you know the shit popping when the chick you just met
    Got your name tattooed on her ass and her neck

    All the ladies love me
    I'm their favorite MC
    Nigga true definition P.I.M.P.
    There ain't a place I ain't seen
    E' ry strip, e' ry scene
    Like my nigga B.I.G said
    "It was all a dream!"
    Now I'm sitting in the Beam
    Inside money green
    Nigga all about the cash
    You can tell how I lean
    Keep your eyes on the Beam
    Like I told you in the Hot song
    It's all about the cake,
    Being broke ain't a option
    Haters in the hood with the heat tryin' to pop strong
    Im'a quick grip when they see me with the rock song
    But nigga I'm MIMs AKA Cut The Check
    See I keep it so hot but I never bust a sweat
    I used to play the bench
    But now I'm on deck
    When I'm hopping off the jet
    Nigga's face look upset
    But I'm quick to tell them..

    (Chorus)

    (Verse III)
    Im the freshest motherf***er on the scene
    A grand on the jeans
    Sittin on some ice creams
    I represent New York
    Big city of dreams
    Where we ride on 10's
    But you know we keep it clean
    See I lay my game down
    Flip a few styles
    10 times out of 10
    You gon' like the way it sounds
    You know I get it in
    And if you don't like it it's fine
    So get yours
    Cause Im'a definitely get mine

    (Chorus)

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Ray Charles, Blackout, Mims y Dannyboystyles

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