"Bet On it" by Blaine Cobak featuring Mike Riphy
(beat produced by Paul Cabbin)
3AM
(intro)
You could bet on it
You could
You could bet on it
You could
You could bet on me
[Verse 1 - Blaine Cobak]
You could bet on me
Lay ya bed if you betting against me
I got a couple kills on this killing spree
I got some time to chill, you should get with me
I got some rhymes to spill, you should sip with me
Or roll another dutch up, a yinti
Either way I’m way above the clouds
But lemme calm down, without coming down
These dudes’ bitches give me more than high fives when I’m coming around
I’m feeling Blake Lively, I’m in the Town
I got this intricate sound
But this belligerent drown
In the alcohol, at the after party, it’s the aftermath
But if it’s time to ball, then, let’s ball out
If it’s go time, then let’s go, all out
Ima get it, Ima get it, wait and see
I’m live D, yo they been sleeping on me
(Chorus)
Ima get it, Ima get it, Ima get it
Wait and see
Wait and see
You could bet on this
You could bet on it
You could bet on it
You could bet on me
Ima get it, Ima get it, Ima get it
Wait and see
Wait and see
You could bet on this
You could bet on it
You could bet on it
You could bet on me
[Verse 2 - Blaine Cobak]
Man I’m something rare like the World Cup
I only come around here, once every four years
And I still got no trust, for those of who who showed no Love
I’m so sly wit it, and you, just play dumb
Kids these days searching for their soul via Google
The cycle come around like a hoola-hoopa
State trooper, saying, don’t fly away
They try to fool ya man, this damn society
King koopa, on that raw shit
Don Juan, third eye, one eye, cyclops shit
Eyes behind my head whats on my mind
Bitches bouncing like a moshpit
A playa hella fly up in this cockpit
He risen, so I rise
To the occasion
Don’t you ever, Love on probation
This God’s gift but it ain’t a given to watch me take it
Ima bet the house, the bank, yeah Ima break it, it’s cakey
(Chorus)
Ima get it, Ima get it, Ima get it
Wait and see
Wait and see
You could bet on this
You could bet on it
You could bet on it
You could bet on me
Ima get it, Ima get it, Ima get it
Wait and see
Wait and see
You could bet on this
You could bet on it
You could bet on it
You could bet on me
[Verse 3 - Mike Riphy]
It’s a wrap for chapter one
Let me out the cage and I’ll be damned if you can match me up
No need to like me but it’s Riphy to pronounce my name if you ain’t gather or ain’t had enough, want me to come out and play but they gon’ have to watch me from a far if they can’t handle Love
Raise the bar, it’s a gamble, you don’t think I have the nuts?
I’m sitting pretty, whistle dixie, yeah I had the flush, just a Queen short of royal to be blunt, and I’m back in action, that’s what practice does
Open road it be, time to step on it
Stack these pennies up inside this plastic cup on my way up top and you could bet on it
Left with my only option, modest and riding out this plot twist
Word to the homies, and my momma
I won’t stop til I got it just watch this
Flying high and only make decisions from the cockpit
Live for God’s wish, and I’m married to my notebook now the rock fits
(Chorus)
Ima get it, Ima get it, Ima get it
Wait and see
Wait and see
You could bet on this
You could bet on it
You could bet on it
You could bet on me
Ima get it, Ima get it, Ima get it
Wait and see
Wait and see
You could bet on this
You could bet on it
You could bet on it
You could bet on me
