Lyrics:
laugh, strive for paper
I'd hate to be the example
To trample all the fakes
Who wanna claim to be down wit' Tha Pound
But really ain't? (Dogg Pound)
Come
In a field on a Friday night
We got some Brooks and Dunn songs that we turn up loud
Living it up 'til the sun comes back around
Who said there's
the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
none
You ain't got none
Aw hell naw
Hold up, wait one minute
You know Stacked Entertain finna come with it
Hamedi with the fro
Already got the flow
If
facts)
This ho ain't CG, I just fucked her and let her throw it up (them facts)
Hoes and niggas tryna come around
They see I'm goin' up (they see I'm
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted
Ain't gotta turn on the lights, I take a shot in the dark
Goin' round after round
Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
It's that real shit
Even though what we do is wrong
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack
thoughts mixed emotion
You can see the devotion, these haters ain't provokin
Light the world up, I'm tokin
Versus steaming, I'm smokin
Windows down, rollin
caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition,
or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make a bet
bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin' to walk, wall to wall
My money's stacked up, wall to wall
turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin' to walk
My money's stacked up, wall to wall
My shows' packed up
swinging in broad day, boy
You know I'm ready to pay
It ain't even 'bout no money
Know they goin' when I say
Plus I looked down when he was fucked up
He
Street when
I hit the booth
A motivational speaker when I speak the truth
Come down to Pensacola if you need some proof
I could mess your smile up
Like
Scheming On a new come up
Yeah
Call that paper Chase every day
O boy I need you
O boy I love you
Yeah
You ain't gotta Worry bout me leaving
I ain't going no
on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now"
We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop 'em, slime
Ain't goin' for shit
I
or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make
shifting realities
Up
Up
Going up
Up
Won't come down
It ain't never been the same
Won't come down
It ain't never been the same for me
Won't come down
It
these crooked cops that they ain’t never win
Tell all of my people that I love ‘em and I’m always thinking ‘bout ‘em ‘til the very end
I am not asking
I
and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart
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