Lyrics:
getting them figures
I ain't doing business with you
Picture B with no cash
Like Wilt C. with no ass
Back of the plane, with no class
Yeah right, I'm having
always been the s**t but just been held back by constipation
My concentration is on a higher elevation
While other n****s lack it with they minds
And this is for the homies
I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee
Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we
a Lil Wayne song
40 on the Jeep, 30 thousand on the Range bro
Pull up for the 3, Turn around that's how the game go
Baby come through and roll the spliff
I ain't got time I'm running my city
My shorty too fine I told her come get it
I get the cash
Tell her to spend it
Shorty gon play all around with my
the same old shit
Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin' half on a nick
Back and forth to keys, but the Lil Weezy handle purchase
Popeye's for the ballers,
Ajax (hold on)
I'm outside take quick naps
By the end of next year I'll have ten plaques
High school touchdown when I run it back
My name should have
gotta play around
And when the sun comes up we gonna be alright
Speak up on it baby I'mma get it alright
Cause I want you to know
Stacks on deck; sun
Can you come and have this dance
That'll take the pain away yeah
You sewed me back together like a stitch
Baby I think we could hit it
Just come over
and
I said I'm headed here
His Mama said don't stand there you'll
Catch cold just come on in
They gave me room and board I
Paid a very modest fee
Then I
The other night when we kissed
You told me I was yours forever
But when I woke up the next morning, you were gone
Come back baby
Come into my
50/50 put niggas in hearse
Stand by me and if u stand by me
You dying w me & aint coppin a plea
Everything that i do is in silence drop Me a opp thas
his back like he Ricky so don't u try to get sticky (nope)
Nigga tried to get up nigga must've thought he was fifty (Ha)
Niggas already know that this
drop a smooth 50
Carrying like two cities
On my back and I ain't even thru benching
Been around I ain't new just a blue benji
Don't fool wit me boy Still
)
So now that she's gone (hoo baby)
No one's gonna love me no more
Embrace all that comes (oh, no one's gonna love me, no one's gonna love me)
And die
you ain't smelling it
Not to mention I'm a God
Can't you tell by my melanin
? ? ? in the music
I get highly influenced
All that rapping ain't for him
So
chat shit about me I can't transact
Don't backtrack, go subtract yourself
Go back to hell, don't chat, come back with a heat on your tail
Like I don't
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
that's a waste
Turn this on and here we go
Come the bass come the bass
We are going diamonds
Crippling by
We are going diamonds
Everyone lives
that's a waste
Turn this on and here we go
Come the bass come the bass
We are going diamonds
Crippling by
We are going diamonds
Everyone lives
throwing fifties up
wanted for you just to know
baby it’s true trust fosho
when i’m wit u time goes slow
i wanna keep you
i wanna juke then go slow
baby
through, baby, come hurr
He wanna taste
Well, he can come lick till he dizzy
Slide inside till he hit my kidneys
Come five times, times ten, that's fifty
robbed or sent to jail, or maybe
even getting her arm broke by some sadistic fool out the suburbs, right
And then she gets all that money and then she
or leave me)
All you got to do, hey, hey
All you got to do is love me, baby
(Love me or leave me)
Stay by my side
(Love me or leave me)
That's all it
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