Lyrics:
children's mom is so unhappy
He notice little things, she starting arguments more often
And he ain't coming home to that plate of food like before when
is man
We clip up over here nigga
What's Your Name Fool?
[Chorus]
Capital P, Bandanna P, V-I-P, M-V-P
Are-S-V-P or are-I-P, V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P
Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man
What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two
and the bills I pay
Me, I'm kickin' back in the Mexican shade
I'm headed your way, Jose
(Yeah, I'm hittin' the road, man, give me a little burro to ride on,
Responsibility baby, taking a load off my little day
Steady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when
She come home
Bout to pull a stunt, last
Responsibility baby, taking a load off my little day
Steady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when
She come home
Bout to pull a stunt, last
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Plus I got it so I gotta flow
And I can teach you but I'd bill by the minute
It's a movie yall now come on and get with it
All the boys in the club (waa
I been in a hurry
White gold with the diamonds not the curry
Feel I'm a legend like Bill
Like Bill Murray
They ask me who I wan' be
I tell 'em look
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
I'm a pop a little pilly I wanna get silly
Imma imma Get get it get, till the sun rise by the city
Sickest vision that I ever done seen
It's a dream
I just might shoot you a line
I need it in bills by 5
Please be on time
Got a gentleman caller for 9
Only one hitting the pussy is Papi that said fuck
and multiply by twelve just as easily as
You and I do
By ten.
Now if man had been born with 6 fingers on each hand,
He'd probably
Count: one, two,
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
Little Bill and Franklin
Who knew how quick the hand would spin?
I wish I could turn it back again
Summer heat use to tickle our feet, barefoot in
(that's a good look)
And anything you cop, I split the bill
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look; ladies, that's a good look)
Believe me
count it with my finger
Louis V cologne linger
Addicted to the wins
I hate it when I lose
Turn the L's into a lesson
Every single time Mr. Wavy will
time you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl, I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get
you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get with
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
a real nigga, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sell water
finger, fuck the hair up at all our concerts
Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear a hair net
But now my eyes, ten million by twenty five
Dropped out of Lone
to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we layin' right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
the strip
We've got time to kill, so come on little baby let me be your thrill
Roll you up just the dollar bills you used to use you up money money money
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