Lyrics:
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about the Benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us
C'mon what y'all want?
Niggas! Grip
a trapped soul
Self Made Tiller with the game
No gold or chains on me I'm gonna go deranged
That's the price of the fame homie
But no one knows my name
with the Moneybagg like Yo , I got it
& its going down in my DMs right now like Yo, Gotti
Fuck her so good got her nose snotty
I'm so about it what
the gangsta lean
[Kool Keith]
You know they small time Tim yo, I blew they cover
I'm bigger than that, I bought them minks for they mother
Willie Bigs
nigga this what I'm waitin' foe
Yo family start dividin', grab the pieces cause they never broke
Chasin' after m's and break the rim, I wanna be the goat
do my part
Never judge a nigga at the end before they start
I told my bro don't go off mom and dad you can be what you wanna be
Aim two foe foes at yo
like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
like it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in your coochie
While we're listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
investigation for years
I feel like Gotti
So it's fuck the Feds, let's make somethin clear
They never caught me
I had to do the dash for the bag and the big body
Gotti go
That's all I know
It started out
In a small project, where i was turning it out
Credit for Grip
He never tripped, he kept it real
Had
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J,
That's what they say when we hit the floor
Get our groove on fo' sho', you know, that's how it go
Got tennis shoes on and I'm still gettin' in
See me
gots to watch myself - especially my health, before anything else
My life, my wealth, I'ma G, and I do what gangsta's do
And they do it like me and my
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
health, before anything else
My life, my wealth, I'ma G, and I do what gangsta's do
And they do it like me and my G Tray Deee
Bitch talkin shit,
on yo crew
It's kinda hot, yall got yo bids, boy, and that how we do
What's tunnel mind it's soldiaz
I'm bought masterline at this line
These bookaz, that
making the classics
That’s what i like
Them the ones that i be trying be like
I be passing them by
They don’t offer no guide
If this is what’s real
Then
even the
realest mothafucka...mufuckas that seem like they got
it made, they got fantasies. There's no end to a
fantasy. Once you reach your fantasy, you
the work
I'ma get it, I got 'em and now they all hurt
I'm a let them know, I never let them know
They never seem to know that I am a master (At work)
What if there's no laws
No jails,and no more cops?
Shit is crazy
Shit I be thinkin' about
Yo, it's just questions
That I ask myself
When I
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
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