Lyrics:
(tryflin)'
That's reason enough
You're time's expired
I'm sorry boy
But you got me bored
I gotta move around
If I ain't got a ring by now
That means I'm not
to pass me by and leave me all alone
I know they'd like to take me but when they see that I'm blind
They always take some other child and I'm left behind
and I'm wealthy?
With juice, so I see you try to run behind
But i'ma tell you punk, you gets none of mine
Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool
By
face
I ain't even tryin' to fuck
I'm just tryna get my money straight
It's all about who you know, what you make
Puttin' food on the plate
Live
determination, now I'm really winnin'
We could pull up Maseratis, I done whipped the Benzes (skrrt)
I was handin' thousands out when I go shop at Lennox
When it
wifi
I grew up where the guns went
Almost got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mind mine
I'm in your top five's top five
Can't touch
gotta be smart about it, yeah
I'm floatin', I'm killin' 'em
I'm floatin' off weed, it's dope, then you know that it's me
The rest, you don't deal
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
can't take it from us
I'm busy smoking like Jamaicans
Never worry 'bout you niggas
Hate, you jealous, I can see it on your face
I seen 100 dollar
on a vine, now
Can go no further, because you got me chained and bound, right now, now
So glad, I'm so glad, I'm so glad
Oh, I don't have to worry no more
You work, you work, you cry, you cry
You watch your whole life pass you by
Sometimes you've got to close your eyes to see
[Chorus]
I'm
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
that dro, light up that dro
I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro
Smokin' up the Cali, smokin', smokin' up the Cali
(I'm buyin' the bar
[Master P]
When I'm alone in my car, I'm thinkin about Ms. Lorenzo
My girl Enkei, Sprewell
Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos
And my girl Asanti
Step inta the party as I bust a ho
I'll lean up on the wall until I'm ready to go
I'm sippin on some juice with a twist of Mo
Comfortable, smokin'
need maids and doormen
We not one and the same;
Casper the Friendly, Tunechi Cobain
Ask how I'm livin', I can't complain
Like, it's hot in hell, but it
Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas ridin' with me
Is ready for whatever, ready
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol
the rain
Getting soaking wet
I'm doing my best
But what do I get?
I'm standing in the rain
Can't seem to get along
People rushing by
Wish they
the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
Holla, Cash rules everything around me
So
I'm dealing with this love affair
It used to be just physical
But now it's just too emotional for me
I wanna confess but I can't
Tell my girl what I
Really I was flexin', but the girls they were fine
I'm the type of guy that notice subtle signs
When I cuddle mine, she ain't even tryin
To look sexy,
getting sued by women who didn't get up
Out their seat on the bus, and feet shouldn't rust
And beat is a must, and we shouldn't lust
But we do, I'm
were fine
I'm the type of guy that notice subtle signs
When I cuddle mine, she ain't even tryin
To look sexy, but even if she was so what
Mother
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