Lyrics:
the man, I don't quit
Dinner wit you, Santa Monica beach
Wondering how you fit that in yo jeans
God damn
You don't need a toy when I got the real thang
why'all can kiss our ass
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
I got too much M-O-N-E-why
Anything I S-E-E, I be -you-why
Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that
for my soul
It shattered into pieces
Got it all together
And I placed it on cement
Had to play it smart my lady
Know that I'm a genius
Boy you is
you,
While you're telling me that you can't do this anymore
This must be the worst day of my life
This must be the worst day of my life
And it's
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
And every time I see you, you got to have dick
You wants mo' respect
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinching and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't
We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning
Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinching and bargaining
You say that you a boss, I ain't
pain
And it got nigga goin Insane
And I'm tryna make a difference
Nah I gotta break that chain
Say you get mad by truth
It's cuz you living a lie
I put
[Big Moe]
Huh, Wassup Boo
Maan, you stay talkin bout you're down wit me
But you stay on that complaining thang, you know what I'm sayin?
I ain't down
foreign cars
My name tattooed on her ass by the tiger paws
Atlanta east and west, Georgia north and south
That Cadillac on them thangs brains blowed out
Bay ay hm
It’s Krazy
Krazymut yea
F it up lil shawty
Gone head and twerk some mo
I like the way that thang bounce
When you drop it low
I know you see
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Hey DJ play that girls song
Put that song on
If your money ain't long
Boi you better go on
Boy
Boi I got
can't tell me wanna tell me something tell me this
If I would of never would of hit that chick
Would you even ever know that dude existed? No
Got me
missing
The front of that paper I'm listed
That money you saved I flipped it
That check that you saved I drenched it
On bitches got Remy by da fiftys
We
the back I think she need a new spine
Bro got that thang that'll push back your hairline
You could never win against the team don't you dare try
The blick
her
She hung around the cool kids
Now all cool kids look stupid
How did he get her how do you got her
By myself I didn't have the help of Cupid
I use
in my life that I thought I would mention
You better not blink or you prolly gone miss it
And they'll do you in for a ticket
Might die in this bitch by
the motherfucker can't jump
Look, I can see that thang from the front
Uh, I can't front (Can't front)
Hard-head make a soft ass, girl, you can do whatever you
(talking, Gotti I always hear you talking
About this Studio B shit
What the fuck is all that shit)
Well let me tell ya you know I'm saying
You know
and shit
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
And every time I see you, you got to have dick
You wants mo'
snaps
If you run up on me I might get yo ass gone
You'll fucc around get smoked by the end of this song
How that's yo hoe but I got that bitch in a thong
(Bout mine)
Can not get to close got goons on standby (Standby)
I don't see you how you do not understand I'm (Understand i'm)
Try to get it up by any
energy must be my inner g
Why does the shorty that swear she in love with me keep tryina injure me
I ain't got time for no problems
Especially if you can't
ain't money
Then what is you saying
Feel like a saiyan
When it's bout the money
That old shit washed hang it out With the laundry
I gotta bad bitch im
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