GoldLink – Maniac lyrics

[Chorus: GoldLink]
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I’m a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my
Better watch your back, I’m a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Let a nigga move one time in his prime
Creep on the beat, when I ride, we gon' slide
Got the whole DMV on my side
Treated with bitches who slide on my line
The way that the man whole team like a band, OG
With a peng tryna smash the band
I can escape and break, the glass, the Hen
Y'all niggas goin' ghost, the Pac, the Man
Shootin' at ya, clickity-clack, the fact is
Word around is, it don’t matter
That your favorite rapper head on a silver platter
My goons will catch ya, don’t ask no questions
When we in the zone, it's pure reaction
Shawty hella thick and got an accent
Might have to whip, and whip and gas it
No time for it, so I lean
I get lean (Lean, lean, lean)
Triple beam scheme with the blacked-out seats, with a top-top freak
I get G’s (G's, G's, G's)
Cheddar, fettuccine, jig is up, you ain’t ever seen
I get windows tinted, candy painted, engine revvin', gone
Lil' Flip, I keep it pimpin'
I keep quite a distance from niggas, so stay on the jump

[Chorus: GoldLink]
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Let a nigga move two times in this bitch
I don't miss, with the hits, kinda opposite
With the shits, my style's so effortless
I cream too hard, might just take ya bitch
I shine too hard, I even shine in the dark
No shots on D, and my god, whole team win it all
I don't wanna fuck when I ball
I don't even splurge at the mall
Sold weed, sold pills, sold D, sold this, sold that
Look, I don't wanna talk about it all
Seen fiends, seen death, seen shots, seen this, seen that
Look, I don't wanna talk about it all
I miss Mac, 'cause he a maniac
And I'm a maniac, and an insomniac
And they shoot the choppa, I just take the choppa now
And if I have to, I will take this chopper down

[Chorus: GoldLink]
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
Better watch your back, I'm a maniac
'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah)
'Bout to make a million for all my, all my

[Outro: Bibi Bourelly]
I'm finna make a hunnid billion racks
For my children, finna max out, yeah
And that's facts, yeah
I'm finna cop a hunnid million packs
Of that water wave, wet and wild
All down my back, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah