Iz U Iz - Wombo Combo

Uh-huh

It’s the return of cool

Virginia Smooth

Wombo Combo, more motivation

They used to tell me

You gotta chill, fuck that

You don’t see me killin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me feelin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me takin' these risks? (Risks)

You don’t see my fingers, they itch?

You gotta chill, fuck that

You don’t see me killin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me feelin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me takin' these risks? (Risks)

You don’t see my fingers, they itch?

Ayy, is you is or is you ain’t my baby?

Countin' fives, tens, twenties, fifties

Is you ain’t or is you fuckin' with me?

Wombo Combo, aww, Sookie Sookie

Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?

Countin' fives, tens, twenties, fifties

Is you ain’t or is you fuckin' with me?

Wombo Combo, aww, Sookie Sookie

Okay, back to the mission at hand

How to get the guap in my hand

How to get the stock and finance

How to get it filling my pants

Swimming in it, chillin' in the dividends

Know a nigga gotta meet ends

Know a nigga gotta peep trends

Never make amends if they playin' my friends

From the caravans to the all-red Benz with the 6K rims

That’s Forgiato

Stick to the code, know the mantra, the motto

Lamborghini dreams, dosed off in the grotto

Never gave a fuck that I never won the lotto

Young black god, know I’m goin' full throttle

Get it on strength, on mic, don’t dawdle

Topple, a pitfall, a mountain, or pothole

Niggas throw shade 'cause I got more

I conquered my conscious, I mastered the play, no plot holes (Ayy)

I’ve been thinking for numerous days

In dubious, villainous, various ways

Ferraris or Fendis, I make it a scene

Does that make me a sinful sage?

That’s porno lines for they filthy minds

Is you really with the gang? That’s the bottom line, chill

You gotta chill, fuck that

You don’t see me killin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me feelin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me takin' these risks? (Risks)

You don’t see my fingers, they itch?

You gotta chill, fuck that

You don’t see me killin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me feelin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me takin' these risks? (Risks)

You don’t see my fingers, they itch?

Ayy, is you is or is you ain’t my baby?

Countin' fives, tens, twenties, fifties

Is you ain’t or is you fuckin' with me?

Wombo Combo, aww, Sookie Sookie

Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?

Countin' fives, tens, twenties, fifties

Is you ain’t or is you fuckin' with me?

Wombo Combo, aww, Sookie Sookie

You see, baby, it’s simple common courtesy to stay calm and collect currency

And I’m not talking about Spitta, but I needs my dividends, nigga

A wise man said if they tell you money don’t bring happiness

They obviously never felt the warmth of silk

I just stumbled on some brand-new stock

Ayy, moe, peep my money bop, it make the honeys flock

You find everything 'bout life so funny when your money not

I said, moe, peep my money bop, it make the honeys flock

Everything so funny when your money not, yeah

Your bitch call me Big Daddy Warbucks

I’m taking your racks and I’m stacking 'em all up

Tell Brinks bring more trucks

Only a limited time in this life and I’m living it all up

Be clear, got no second to spare, and that’s that

Niggas saying they the reason that we here, that’s cap

Do all that yapping, but the fact is, that they actions never match

Hop off my sack, bitch (Chill)

I live in excession through every depression

Your mans spit game in every direction

What’s wrong with a little bit of flexing? But all I heard was (You gotta chill)

Ungodly things that I covet

These dreams that I wanted

I needs more of it

We runnin' up the budget

And you gots to fuckin' love it

Chill, fuck that

You don’t see me killin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me feelin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me takin' these risks? (Risks)

You don’t see my fingers, they itch?

You gotta chill, fuck that

You don’t see me killin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me feelin' this shit? (Shit)

You don’t see me takin' these risks? (Risks)

You don’t see my fingers, they itch?

Ayy, is you is or is you ain’t my baby?

Countin' fives, tens, twenties, fifties

Is you ain’t or is you fuckin' with me?

Wombo Combo, aww, Sookie Sookie

Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?

Countin' fives, tens, twenties, fifties

Is you ain’t or is you fuckin' with me?

Wombo Combo, aww, Sookie Sookie

One more time, ayy, moe, peep my money bop, it make the honeys flock

You find everything 'bout life so funny when your money not

I said, moe, peep my money bop, it make the honeys flock

Everything so funny when your money not, yeah

Return of cool

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha

Virginia Smooth

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha

They used to tell me

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha

That you gotta chill