Reality Check
[Intro: Waldo]
AGO

[Verse 1: Waldo]
All of my enemies out of sight, out of mind
Hope you didn't sign on that dotted line
I'm seein' sign after dollar sign
Independent, you a concubine
Knew I'd do better on my own
Never take business personal
'Cause business is business
Tell that man mind his own business
Tell that man stay out his feelings
All I see is smoke and mirrors
You can't see what I see clearer
My goals as close as they appear
This my season, this my year
Make my dream my career
And brought the team, we in gear
We in shape, we fit in
Michigan, we in here
[Bridge: Amos Rose]
Yeah
Says big money talkin'
Says big money talk
Big money talkin', big shut the fuck up
Says big money talkin' nigga shut the fuck up
Says big money talkin'
Says big money talk
Big money talkin', big shut the fuck up
Says big money talkin' nigga shut the fuck up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look

[Chorus: Amos Rose]
We be makin' hits, yeah, after hits, yeah
Say you lookin' for a bitch? yeah
That ain't shit, yeah
I'm the nigga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got pounds of them hunnids, yeah
And I'm runnin', yeah
We be makin' hits, yeah, after hits, yeah
Say you lookin' for a bitch? yeah
That ain't shit, yeah
I'm the nigga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got pounds of the hunnids, yeah
And I'm runnin', yeah
[Verse 2: Amos Rose]
We truly winnin', yeah, we truly livin'
That's Lululemon that ain't True Religion
I hit the block with the top prescription
Move Bobby Brown no New Edition
Catchin' plays on the iPhone, the new edition
I see you jack boys' skin I got great vision
But this time I'm over they head, Blake Griffin
Baby mama hit my phone, I tell her "stop trippin'"
You know I be home to knock the pussy outta commission
But the block pay me the top commission
To take care of my kids college tuition
Listen, I don't know about you bro
I'm in the fast lane
I'm gon' need the Porsche two-door
They say "time is money" so I'm gon' need the Hublot
With ice and the Cartier's
That look like they from Pluto
I ain't just talkin', I'm out in LA
You know I'm Chris, ballin'

[Chorus: Amos Rose]
We be makin' hits, yeah, after hits, yeah
Say you lookin' for a bitch?
That ain't shit, yeah
I'm the nigga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got pounds of them hunnids, yeah
And I'm runnin', yeah
We be makin' hits, yeah, after hits, yeah
Say you lookin' for a bitch? yeah
That ain't shit, yeah
I'm the nigga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got pounds of the hunnids, yeah
And I'm runnin', yeah