Lyrics:
Shawty said I'm cleaning, it's some Lysol (the Lysol)
Huh, huh, or some Pine-Sol
Mr. Professor, really?
Is that what you go by, now?
What're you
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
and clothes had me fuckin different hoes
A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.
I had niggas workin under me to take the heat
I never touched
degree, hottest heat
Burn your feet, if you step to me, take an L for free
Bad defeat, victory is not a feat, take a seat
They 'gon see, what I say is what
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
in college and still on the block with the hustlers
With Shaq no cap you ain't livin' like that
Bags under my seat
Rich nigga all I ever wanted to be
ya arteries,
These lil niggas don't want war with me, want no war with me
I'm a real street nigga, you can tell by how I talk
You can tell from my
on my money tree
Think that I got enough
Weight from up under me
Hushed on that talk
Cause the popo be scrolling me
Post on the block
And they pop out
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
G's like me... like criminals ... back to the G's
(Mr. Lil One)
Come in and say fuck you
You ain't the sick man
Don't give a shit fuck a trick all in
alone
When the pressure boil hardest part to maintain it's us
What I mean by that, is you sure know how to key an soul (Maintenance)
From the heat of your
play hide and seek
I’ll be the mistle
And You bring the heat
Lil bo peep
Counting sheep
In your sleep
Pa-ral -y-sis
Aint no joke
It’s Friday
Now
sheet, don't mix with heat
Fire up under my seat, making this bread like wheat
Mix in the elements, element somethin' like me
I got the answers like
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the heat man
Dig it the MOB baby
I'm so hurt!
Fa sheezy
Fa sheez
I fold the cash then I
Hit away
Jus' a thug fo' the money, no love
Hit 'em up wit'
ya new homie?
I had her in Miami
Under me and over me
That p**** was so
(Ouu woah)
Love to see y'all working it out,
I swear LIFESCRAZY
While
Man look
I’m Mr. Jody
Just leave me alone
I say I ain’t with the beef
That’s for petty niggas that’s under paid
Grind or lose the weight
I know how
fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die
like they got
A lil Ape in (N) D
You get banana scarred and
You gotta use A-N-D
I'll have a shell hanging from his
Head like A Nigga Dread
So DNA
looking for big tits and some butts
keeping an eye on my posible enemies
with my cuete tucked...what!
Mr. Sancho one of the original Califa Thugs
used
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
yo back,
I'm known to every trigga finga so everytime you squeeze,
I'm kick out so much heat I'm bringin he-man to his knees,
I'm Mr. Tre-five-seven,
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