Lyrics:
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Won't you be my lady
Betcha I can make your body talk to me
Talk to me
All I need is my cd bag
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Uh, uh-huh, yeah
Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)
Uh, uh-huh, yeah (it's all about the Benjamins, baby)
(Goodfellas, uh)
[Intro]
Let’s take em home baby
Spitta!
Chemist I got you my n*****
Yeah
[Verse]
Just like that I’m back on the track and in fact I’m taking over
Hip-Hop, was put off by your appearance, silver grillz
Black contacts, face tats n' bod tats, but 'cided to give it a shot
N' was blown away by the way you
Now she sending pics dressed like barbie
Im with my dawgs
It's a open invitation but she only wants me
Cuz I've got the keys to start
Vroom vroom
Baby
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
bling than Baby
I'm not ice rockin crystal poppin
The type to rebound with chicks I'm not Rodman
I gotta girl with a butt big as Trina's
And green
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
I tell ya what
Yo, know what I'm feelin'?
Check it
I'm comin' back down, baby
This time in the six fo' (since we came down)
A lil' mo' sho',
black America my CD drop
In 2002 to change hip hop
Most folks shake ya bones
I'm talking cyclones and Terrordomes like Mel Gibson's
My heat will cook
Yeah
I be in my own zone rollin up the OG
Wet up my black wit that codeine
A nigga been loaded low-key
Gettin to it just me and my homies
Aint nothin
to the game
Cant be selling c.d's 'n' still selling dem thangs
Cause bitches drop names 'n' bring a lot of problems
'N' puttin' something in they head
Killing it sound like a oozie
Dope is you dealing get hit in your cuji
Scheming by taking your room keys
She down cause your chick is a groupie
Ever been
The black and orange Aventador like Daffy Duck (skrrt)
I swerve Mercedes Benz 'cause my credentials up
I told her, "I got one million of these racks, baby
Yeah uh huh
It's T Lanez you already know who it is I
Shouldn't have even said that
And I feel real good, baby
You know what I mean
I look around
I'm so devious
The way I strike my keys Rocket League
Cause I'm a genius
Counter strike Diablo with a halo
Why so serious?
Modern warfare with
wrong baby
Stagga Lee and we up in the zone
Got the keys to the crib
And ain't nobody home
[Verse 1]
Well I'm a sixteen spitter (um hum)
Mr. team hitter
low key
On these icey Roleys, dude that showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me, now they owe me
Oh me, oh my I can
to the game
cant be selling cds n still selling dem thangs
cause bitches drop names n bring alot of piorblems
n puttin somthing in dey head the only way u gona
All these honeys probably love you for the racks
I'm a young school boy
Made it out the cracks
You can't purge my niggas last name blacks
Everybody
on
Said Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn, we can take our
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