Lyrics:
Woke up out my sleep/
Dreaming money plays/
I’m getting to it/
Man Fuck what a Hater say/
Balling like that young Boy NBA/
I’m getting to it/
Man
have anything to say to the haters who say you can't
make it on the outside?)
Remember this old sayin' a wise man change
a fool will stay the same
fuck
already kno wut
it is man, its a bad boy thang man, grand hustle collaboration, yall already kno man, boss hog wus happenin (heyy..) A town pimpin
[Slim
Bet y'all wasn't expecting this one huh
Yeah, No Hard Feelings Remix
It's lyrical murder and this is the proof
I just, knew that the time that we
this bitch wit Dj Green Latern
Tony YaYo
Its the Remix
The Game
Have you ever seen a Bently Coupe on Gold Dayton Wires, doin a buck fifty, Me Banks
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
it on kinfolk
Then smoke a ounce as we count mills
Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills
Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man
nigahs be hiding
That back door
Man you can not find it
It's cloaked mayne
You nigahs be gone
Off coke mayne
Think you Tony Montana
Get you smoked mayne
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Steppin' on toes, breakin' niggas nose
In the projects, nigga, anything goes
Breakin' fools off
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Steppin' on toes, breakin' niggas nose
In the projects, nigga, anything goes
Breakin' fools off
blue hunnits
Err'Body round me getting money
Step in the building we stunting
You haters aint talking bout nothing
20 bands all blue hunnits
Err'Body
From the days on the base
We on some grown man shit nowadays, But'll still put it in a hater face
Never too late, go ahead and set that date, And we
the Bell
Then make the LL remix of Do It Well
Then sip an OE by my lonely, you don't know me
Nor no teachers or nobody gon' control me
Nigga slowly
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
Migos
Ay, ay, ay, nigga
Look at this nigga right here, man
Roll the window down, roll the window down
Bap-bap-bap, yeah
I made sure I hit his
there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake
Back with the remix
These boys all my sons like Phoenix
(Pooh, you a fool for this
Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out
B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh
And I'm here to announce
The flex, the X when
Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out
B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh
And I'm here to announce
The flex, the X when
on you
And that's why these haters is at you (on you, at you)
So just keep on doing you baby
You don't have to give these fools an explanation (yeah,
walking through the club
Pause like a pimp so the hoes show me love
Pimp by day, pimp by night
Pimp haters make me keep my pimp game tight
See y'all
walking through the club
Pause like a pimp so the hoes show me love
Pimp by day, pimp by night
Pimp haters make me keep my pimp game tight
See y'all
in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin' my thing
And I'm winnin' by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point
Listen up, I got a story to tell
Hey, fool, listen up, I got a story to tell
Say, dawg, listen up, I got a story to tell
Say, man, listen up, I
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