Lyrics:
Yeah
Can't be played by a bitch
Yeah I just ran it up
Got bigger pockets just to fit
Want 100k on my wrist
No I will never switch
Bein' broke or bein'
need to link up right now, na, na
I can't lie (I miss you much)
Watchin' every day that goes by (I miss you much)
Until I get you back, I'm gon' try
Who is that nigga that came in game and everything he drop it be pressure
I took the sauce broke the shit down remix then put it together
Ohh that's
Eating
Cause
Once
Shoot my
Buckets
I get right
Back on
Defense
Pull up
With the
Chopper
Spray
A pussy
Like a water
Bottle
Bad behavior
Causes bad
my bed was on the floor
Oh lord, I ain't going back to being broke
Wake up, going trap was all we know
Make a couple racks, (Holiday Season) go get
Oh it's the remix
(Check it)
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about to do right about now, hey
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my b****es get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT A**, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go,
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
the least bit
Cause I ride around with my twin
#TowerGang back once again
With the REMIX
And we mobbin’ once we roll up
System knockin’ like Jehovah’s
On our
the hard, my nigga
Let me whip this here I'll get it right to ya
Goddamn, I'm turnt up
I think the knob is broke and I don't give a fuck
Goddamn, I fucked up
CashMoneyAP
Everything foreign, nigga
Ooh (ayy)
Broke nigga shit tell 'em back back (back back)
Runnin' around with the rat pack (huh)
That
I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my bitches get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT ASS, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go,
your eye, then I get ya
Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin' up your figures,
make the most noise if I go club
But I get the least marks when I dey class
I like to chill hard with some new friends
If I broke then I go back to my
you can't get lit with me
You niggas broke and y'all some bums, you cannot sit with me
Like, hold up, wait, I'm t'd up right now
I got my heater right
shit, that broke shit get old
Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
I might
Swore I was genius
Dropped right out of college
I ain’t even wanna be shit
Imagine how I feel when granny
Seen my NBC shit
Run that shit back like a remix
Fak' imali, fak' imali
And get a cruise boat right away
'Coz I aint going back to being broke (being broke)
I aint going back to that life (that life)
I
nigga let's pour up
My money just go up
Ahahahahahahahah
You know what I mean
That was the remix by the way
That we're bringin' Young Sorealist man
You
'Cause step by step, gettin' lost in your love
Inspired, I'm getting closer to you
Every time, can't get enough
Enjoy the ride, hold on tight
We going
of the haters you can bet
they gona do it till I die
What I do up in the crilla for realla is my right
Get the women up and flip it then stick it, it's my night
(woo)
We are too hot in the business (woo)
I'm going straight to the top with the crew
We should just chill and maybe take it slow
'Fore we get up
Yo, Phife, you doing a remix or what?
Uh huh
Yeah
Ay yo, Bus', let me get a backwood, nigga
Ha ha, yo
Phife Dawg is in the buildin' (uh huh)
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