Now Days

[Verse 1: Skeme] Kilo wrapped 'round my neck Wanted 'round for a check Hundred bets nigga bet Money, power and respect Model bitches with me wet Fuck her 'till she out of breath New niggas thinking you gangsta I fuck around and buy ya set Still ballin' ain't shit changed Sitting court side at a Knick game Did the right thing no Spike Lee You don't know another nigga like me Girl to the e to the s to the t to the c Cartier cover my eyes They wanna know what the fuck else could I want That revenue be my reply [Hook] They don't even make 'em like me now days They don't even make 'em like me now days I done lost count of all the money I make They don't even make 'em like me nowdays nigga They don't even make 'em like me now days They don't even make 'em like me now days Bought a new coupe, had to tell a bad bitch with me work They don't even make 'em like me now days (work) [Verse 2: Skeme] BVSs on my wrist Crooked, too legit to quit High as a sky scraper screaming, "Hi, haters" crack a seal pint and sip Hope you niggas ain't forget I'm the nigga with the hits Ball on these niggas and bitches I feel like Michael Jordan back in '96 (ball out) Call me Skeme, call me crooked, call me anything that you want to but broke Stuntin' homie, money on me looking like I’m meeting papi at the boat Type of shit that make them alphabet boys look at you like you still selling dope Its billions of niggas out here in these streets and still I’m the realist ya know [Hook] (Instrumental rides out) [Hook]