Lyrics:
face
[Bun B]
You can go anywhere cross the U.S.
From north to the south, east mid to the west
Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga 'bout me
from the store
Now I book a flight whenever I’m bored
Ex miss me, told her book me on tour
You know money is the motive
Bout a bag, then you know i’m
the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and ducked out, then I broke out
Left that cat for dead, his body smoked out
'Cause when I fall out, y'all killas gotta kill me
Confident One
(Representin'!)
(Wha what?)
(Spit this shit for me than man)
(This Mac Mall in here)
(You feel me playa?)
(Check this out)
(I'm
big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't nothin' but a target
Smokin' on joints, gettin' massages
Keep dodgin' me and I charge up
Whole lot of money
See me, yea I'm bout that check
And I don't care who mad
You ain't talkin' bout' no money
If you was, wouldn't be worried bout me, no
I'm in my
lies to me
Is that too much to ask?
I need somebody who gone ride or Die
Us against the world, it's you & I
Never switching up, you by my side, Yeah woah
passed me by
If you ask me where I been
It's at my nine-five.
I'm working all day
And over time
Damn
It fucking sucks to have a Nine to Five
Fuck My Nine
a wedding ring
I told em check my resume
Told em let me get right, smoking gelato, I'm bout to take flight
Foot soldiers on me now, don't ask me the price
Put
you don't even love yourself
Hate to ask for help but I know I need some help
Ask me how I'm doing cause I'm talking to myself
My money good I'm trying
Laying down the foundation
Learning bout plumb lines
Cause one day
Imma build a pyramid on my side
Stone by stone
Until we eclipse the skyline
Cause
pockets
In truly didited or god got us
[Chorus: x2]
Some of these ho's think I'm manish
Go head ask me were I got my manners
Bitch ask your mamie
the lessons that you taught me
Money couldn't play the part of making me the man you did
But maybe its gon feel better flying to my posie in a choppa In
of the money
On Friday he died on a Sunday
They ask me what happen I'm laughing it's funny
My mother she called me a devil a demon
My cousin she call me
talking bout money
It made me realize that them niggas don't got love for me
It made me realize that the niggas im sittin next to tryna kill me
You prolly
about to get up on it
Feed me girl cause I'm so hungry
Got plenty money but I'm still lonely
Gotta have you now cause me so horny
Black and Asian girl
Illest nigga breathing you can ask my doctor man
I was in the cave with bin laden doing the thizzle dance
Ask about me I'm a terrorist like like
to get money is it really knowledge
It ain't teach me about the fake love
Ain't teach me bout the gangstas
Ain't teach me bout the fakers
Ain't teach me
money
They don't care 'bout what their messages are
Every rapper ever wants a grill and a chain
They want your money
They don't care if they put you in
cant worry bout the past
Only worried bout the money
We just focus on the bag
You say bae don't let up
You know You on they ass
I say bae stop babysittin
to me
Sing it one more time
It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?
Ladies
I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving
see...
Im me.. not you.. I'm just something that you can't be..
I'm all by myself and don't need no help my nigga I'm camp free..
{HOOK}
Niggas don't
a few of my ops came up missing
They ask me the reason
I said I don't know
My brother told me keep that shit on low
My brother told me keep it real never
Never reminisce worry bout a bitch
Feeling in my cup pouring up the tris
Pouring up the wok Money coming in
I ain't coming out cause the money
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