Lyrics:
chasing by the week
I had to run it up
I get that pack and flip it get that money
That's a double up
Young 6ixty never lack
Always taught to, pistol pack
stay wit us
I got a view while i'm weighing up no joke
Lil bitch its cash dreams so we stayin up
believe I got the muscle
Crank the 'Lac we gotta roll, they stole the rims up off the Nova
Comin' back from Texas, undercovers tryin' to pull us over
I'm turnin' up
Putting money in the bank
I'm the bitch with the buck shucks
Girl gang girl gang
Money game money game
Lil bitch it's a money thang
the talking, I ain't with the lip, cracking like a whip, get messy
She ain't with the talking, she riding, lil cowgirl, something like Jesse
It's time to prove
the master
So crank it up loud on the ghetto blaster
I can eat, I can eat, I can eat more
And when it's not fresh from the local store
There's a little
And call it praise jumpin
Jump jump
Everybody (everybody get up)
Jump jump
Everybody (everybody get up)
Jump jump
Everybody (everybody get up)
Jump jump
got time for you broke hoes
Gotta stack a lil bit more
Tryna get it by the boat load
Flip it, get it and go
Bitch I'm icy
Lit at nighty
Whatchu
brief
Run off with yo shit I'm a thief
Then I put yo hoe up in my sheets
Seen that thottie's ass and it blew my mind (Woah)
But I cannot get cuffed by no
on lebron back over here
All yall fake mounted aa niggas ridin' dees, we stop ridin' dees in '99 (checke checke)
Put dat lil' boy shit up
(So So Def)
First thing
When I wake up in the morning, it's quarter to five I tell myself something ain't right
First thing
I'ma do when I rise
Take a pen
of me her words inside of baby it’s all bout the flip
Shit
Christian diors yea the ones wit the grip staying focused I’m never gon slip
Lil bitch like
and, Lil' Jay finna take that hoe
You ain't with this shit, don't be in it though
I'm CEO, tell my members go up the score
You ain't with this shit, you
Throwing the George
Fill up the safe til it bust through the doors
Pop that boy
We gone smoke him in Dior Dior
Pull out that fire
We gone leave his ass neon
on the block with my nigga
Got a ruger with 223 vision
Don't talk to me nice you might get it
Hit the block with a deuce on me now
I dare a nigga to flip
You
and lean til that mutha fucka flip
And every club in Cali crackin' its gangsta town
Keep a couple of niggaz with me that'll bang you down
Now lil mama put
(For the automobile has brought with it
In less than a lifetime
A new way of life
A new standard of living
A standard of living
Matched by no other
a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini (yeah)
Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini
I just told lil' baby to bop before my girl
[Intro: Styles P]
Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fuckin' hoodies on, it's goin' down
[Styles P (Beanie Sigel):]
Nah you can't
[Intro: Styles P]
Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fuckin' hoodies on, it's goin' down
[Styles P (Beanie Sigel):]
Nah you can't
Lately you've been on my mind lil lady,
Shorty why you acting so timid,
We on't ride boats cuz we be hella fly lil baby,
But ima still dive up in it
hook my speaker up and keep it playing on repeat
Then set a table in the booth with utensils and seats
'Cause when I go and grab the mic, homie, I'm
Face down I'm fucked up
Flip me over, fuck me up
I know what you're thinking, she said
Oh, it's all right here
Laying out her holy spread
They see it
could flip it if I whip it right?
Bubble up and cut it twice and for the risk I got the prices
Yeah, 100 grams up in her dungarees, it make her shoulder
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