Artist: GoldLink Album: Diaspora Song: Maniac Typed by: AZ Lyrics Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) Boutta make a million for all my, all my Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) Boutta make a million for all my-all my Let a nigga move one time in his prime Creep on the beat when I'm prolly gon' slide Got the whole DMV on my side Treat it with bitches who slide on my line The way that the man holds him, like a bent OG With a pin, China, smash the Benz I can escape and break the glass at hand Y'all niggas gon' be ghosts, like Pac-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 goose'll 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 black out seats and a top-top freak I get G's (G's, G's, G's) Shella, fettuccine, fingers up, you ain't ever seen I get windows tinted, candy painted, engine revving', gone Lil' flip, I keep it pimpin' I keep quite a distance from niggas, so stay on the jump Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) Boutta make a million for all my, all my Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) Boutta make a million for all my-all my 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 shines 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 So we, so pill, so dee, so dis, so dat, look I don't wanna check up at the door Same fiend, same depth, same shot, same dis, same dat, look I don't wanna check up at the door 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'mma take this chopper down Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Boutta make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) Boutta make a million for all my, all my I'm finna make a hunnid billion racks For my children, finna max out, yuh And that's facts, yeah I'm finna cop a hunnid million packs Of that water wave, wet it while All down my back, yeah Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah