Lyrics:
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
the club, Myx Moscato
I got a big fat ass, big dicks follow
Hit them with the back shots, hit them with the ass shots
Take them to the bank then I hit them
just what a woman need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
(That's what I'm looking for)
I should hear more thanks
I took shots pickle backs
Carried weight piggy backs
Running up my piggy bank
Rolling round through mud
Damn
I need fifteen
Tell the bank tell the teller
Eighty A KD
Top notch pressure
You don't phase me
I can't let up
You try to play me
Ya block get wet up
shot a clock, pour another shot
Shot a clock, shot a clock, shot a clock, pour another shot
I see we pouring everything we need to drink
How many shots
the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see
And smile, you know, cause I'm controllin' the shit
And no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit
Wardrobes and locs,
more to roll up
Telling everybody in the club let's turn up
Shot shot shot shot shot shot shot let's turn up
Shot shot shot shot shot shot shot let's
Yeah, oh yeah
On the top of my head I see way too many problems to start a count.
They say more money more problems let me check my bank account.
person
Woke up just to live out my dreams
Bank account says get it by any means
You hating hard on my grind
But I'll make it through the art of sublime
with an AK
And I've got C-4 strapped so brace yourself
Fifty red dots. Steady, meant for my head
But you can't land your shots? Well I'll never be dead
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
haha
the ghetto's trying to kill me
and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me
come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not Dr. Dre
Two knocks ,Wit boot tops
Im on the roof top
Droppin more lead then a terrorist in jewel shop
(Verse 1)
Two cops
Ride by
Loose lock
High sign
Whip
Or what I wanted to do
And to see a lot of these
Entertainers on the auction block
I don't know what to think of that
Mm yeah
Soon as I catch the vibe,
let shots off send ya to the grave
I just can't relate to the fake anyways
Laugh at ya face while I pull out some guap
Big bank take lil bank
And I just
the money close, I can't but help but count it
C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Desperado, loadin' hollows
Head-shots
bank accounts got low (mmm…yeah)
Would you leave me if I wasn't balling no more
Benz repo'ed, I had to sell the condo (condo)
Would you leave me if I
And nigga P said he wanted inspiration (Damn P)
I was really more on some "fuck the word" shit so let's see
(Fuck these niggas man, real talk)
I
I ain't got much more to say
Ain't gotta worry squad with me so we straight
We turning up and taking money to the bank
Cashing checks know we do this
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
inside the house to
See you lyin' on the floor
Blood is pourin' out your mouth, you've
Been stabbed a dozen times, maybe more
I rush to your side and I
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