[Lyric] Robert Downey (Jaxon Pryce)

[Intro: MCTR, Jaxon Pryce]
MCTR on the— (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Jaxon Pryce, Hurting Murphy]
Get it poppin' like a hollow tip (Yeah)
Like a champagne bottle or my model chick (Yeah)
Big pimpin' since a little kid
And now I'm feelin' like I'm finna hit the lotto quick (Yeah)
I'm a student of the game with a scholarship
Forget about your politics I'ma keep ma flow funky
More money, more problems it's so lovely
I got a snow bunny, doin' blow until the nose bloody, achoo
GQ Jax (Yeah)
Top of the charts where I meet you at (Uh-huh)
I'ma need at least two stacks of the green-blue cash
If you wanna see me speak true facts
When I'm on stage (Yeah)
Grabbin' mics like I'm Kanye (Killer)
I was chasin' cougars fuck a prom datе (Yeah)
I'ma do it for the cougars and the MILFs
I bе shootin' for the kill
I be smoother than some silk
I be provin' with the skills and the rap style
'Cause I'm a cash cow, put me in the movie, in the film
Makin' moola by the mill, take a nap in it
When was the last time that it was wack?
It's been a fat minute (Facts)
And if I said it than my ass [?] (Yo Jax spit it!)
Chillin' with some bad bitties, playin' badminton (Ah)
Yeah, so motherfuckin' co-sign
I don't coke, but I got nothin' but dope lines (Yeah)
[Chorus: Jaxon Pryce]
Watchin' out for the patrol
Gettin' rowdy at the show
'Cause we know we goin' outta control
I'm Robert Downey with the flow
Turn it loud as it can go
'Cause we know we goin' outta control
I'm not doin' too shabby now (Yeah)
I'm not doin' too shabby now (Yeah)
I'm not doin' too shabby now
Bad bitties hangin' from the chandeliers actin' foul (Yeah)

[Interlude: Jaxon Pryce, Hurting Murphy]
You have reached the voicemail box of
This is JP beep
Yo what's up buddy its Murph
Hey I just wanted to let you know bro
It's time to show these scallywags what's up
And put Orlando on the motherfuckin' map (Yeah!)

[Verse 2: Jaxon Pryce]
It's the beginning of a new age (Yeah)
I'ma keep a rude pace in this fool's race (Zoom)
I'm a mix between Cool J and Bruce Wayne
Spittin' true fire, like blue flame from butane (Brr)
Yeah, your rap is miniature, got a tempered nature
High temperature, to the max (Uh)
Jax, yeah, spit facts on tracks
I kick back relax, cold chillin' (Uh)
So [?] of the true believers
You can offer me a milly I'm not doin' features (Uh-uhh)
And now my life is like an action movie (Yeah)
Get to poppin' like Harrison Ford packin' Uzi's (Pop, pop)
Plus my girlfriend is bad and bougie
She be in the kitchen, whippin' up some Ratatouille (Yeah)
And all the haters they don't matter to me
Sendin' me the negative energy but I'm actin' groovy
I'ma pull up in the pussy-mobile
While I'm bumpin' big [?] and my tires go squeal
Everything I've done I did it with no deal
Get to poppin' like the four four cold chrome steel, oh Lord
And what I'm wishin' for in the deep end
That I'ma be poppin' for like more than one weekend
Beyond the ground floor of the kingpin
My girl lookin' like a model posin' for Victoria Secret, on God (Yeah)
[Chorus: Jaxon Pryce]
Watchin' out for the patrol
Gettin' rowdy at the show
'Cause we know we goin' outta control
I'm Robert Downey with the flow
Turn it loud as it can go
'Cause we know we goin' outta control
I'm not doin' too shabby now (Yeah)
I'm not doin' too shabby now (Yeah)
I'm not doin' too shabby now
Bad bitties hangin' from the chandeliers actin' foul (Yeah)