Artist: Kid Vishis
Album:  Timing is Everything
Song:   Look at All My $**t
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Chorus One: Kid Vishis]
Look at my crib, look at my jewels
Look at my cars nigga
Look at all my shit, the stars I'm with
You ain't got no bars nigga
Look at all my shit, all the broads I hit
All the malls I spent, Audemars on wrist
Look at my shit
All black Bent' that I rent, tinted with the kit
Makin niggaz sick, haters suck a dick 
And all that flashin'll get you robbed
In the first minute niggaz catch you slippin
Goons gon' be like "Oh my God!"
Get 'em, get 'em

[Kid Vishis]
Wack nigga, yeah you got dough
But it won't change the fact you still a {"ohh"}
Me and my boys
Money stacks up to the ear, actin like 50 and Floyd
Frontin like we talkin on the phone
Got the cash from the stash in my home
C'mon

[Interlude: Kid Vishis + unknown woman]
Now you be tryin so hard to convince your fans
Tryin to make yourself look bigger on Instagram
Put your bid'ness on Twitter, pictures with your cash
So don't be bitter when a nigga get yo' ass

[Chorus Two: Kid Vishis]
Look at all my shit! Money, cars, clothes
is all a young nigga really know
Look at all my shit! I'm out here bro
Flashin my shit, stay tuned to the show
Look at all my shit! I know it's fucked up (uh)
But if a nigga's stuntin
Know the money's the root of the evil
Gettin niggaz stuck up
Look at all my shit!

[Chorus One]

[Kid Vishis] + (woman)
(Spit ya flow, get ya dough)
But humble yourself and stop actin like a {"ohh"}
(You mean showin you're wealthy's unhealthy?)
Nah I'm sayin you playin displayin it with a selfie
Cause when a gun in your face it's way too late
for sayin your grace, you like "Somebody come help me!"

[Interlude]

[Chorus Two]

[Kid Vishis]
And why would you listen to me anyway
when I'm just a stranger?
You only live once, so why would you stunt
if you puttin your life in danger
It's people that's comin to creep creep
They watchin but they ain't no peep freaks
They wanna rock that chain
Go back to the hood like "Guess who I robbed?" so they could drop that name
Cause they don't know how to act or don't know how to rap
but they still want that fame
Don't hate the player, hate the sport you playin
cause you wanted the credit {*gun cocks*} charge it to the game
And if you're aware, already prepared
Go 'head and dream
Pull out your money, make a big scene
A hater look at you, this is what you scream

[Chorus Two]

[Outro: Kid Vishis]
Look at my crib, look at my jewels
Look at my cars nigga