Lyrics:
I got Molly for days
Don't wanna be popular baby
I’ll rather have money to make
F**k the summer
S**t be cold everyday
F**k the number
Less the code
dead|Anything in the field, on the trap,|Rat rat, drop like led|Who is that your friend, and she kinda cute|She ain't got that booty that hit booming like you
[Juvenile]
That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this b****, get right
F*** what you heard on the streets, it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin'
Intro:
Ay, you know who this is for
A Governor who gives no f--- about his own state,
so I have to tell this man how I feel about him
Beat Tag:
wit'
Chorus: Juvenile (10x)
I'm gettin' tired, of this bulshit that we hearin'
I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron ready to ride
Ready
I do the most
But that was plan
I get to the cake
These niggas be playing
The f*ck is you saying
The f*ck is you saying
The f*ck is you saying
'bout beefin', lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Niggas who did time, hard-to-kill niggas
How you
[Juvenile]
Look I'm tryin to live right now
Make a better place for my kids right now
Or get out my face is how it is right now
All I wanna have is
your money
Now your weakness is showin'
Brother drowned in this world give
A damn who she loved
That her father won't be here long
Enough to see how ya'
would lie, cheat, then cry
To someone who would then ask me why
Everything's f**ked up
Well f**k this
And f**k you
Insecure, narcissistic, and twisted
But
Watch this!
Be be be my B-F-F
'Cause I-D-K what's coming next
And I'll be L-M-H-O with the rest
So T-T-Y-L-X-O-X
Come on! Be be be my B-F-F
'Cause
trying f**k around and get his a*s beat
Who this
Who this
Who this
That’s who
N***a just get the clue
To sick like the flu
Kick s**t Kung fu
This s**t past
who get the money
Niggas phony, niggas F A K E
Mind on a milli on the C A K E
Rolling up the dank, I feel B A K E
Turn that pussy to a fucking L A K E
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
I got my boy Mikey right here,
In the booth.
*shut the f-k up, b-tch*
Damn this - wack as f-k,
So is you
Damn,
What the f-k am I doing?
These These
I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Baby girl stay by my side (by my side)
We finna get rich as f**k(rich as f**k)
We finna get rich as f**k(rich as f**k)
All my nig**z gotta eat(gotta
is many holes
this goes
for Lataranza Elmo
i show
how uptown niggas roll
ya' big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
automatic, black chopper
there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
So (what's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don't give a f-, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt
hittas hit ribs
Big licks gotta turn them into big flips
Pick up “who is this? ” f**k your business yo s**t counter-fit
Make my money flip, you should see
and I'm minding my business
Got a text with a tongue out from a number I didn't recognize
I replied who is this
Quick back got a hit back
Said this is Stacy
And the further I walk, the louder
Pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard
'Cause after all, this is her place
So I give her the benefit
up and get f***ed in this motherf***er
I raised wit killers
I ran wit dealers
Smoke a blunt a day for my locked away n****z
My bread is stacked
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