Lyrics:
I work a forty hour week and I earn my keep
And I try to walk proud and tall
I keep my nose to the grind, I don't get behind
And I don't back up at all
Well my neck's a little red, my collar's blue
I sip a little coffee and I drink a little booze
[Chorus]
Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy
There ain't nothing down home that I really don't enjoy
Cause I'm an all American country boy
I drive a pickup truck and I don't pass the buck
And I always speak my mind
I'm hooked on TV, Rolaids and B.C.'s
And I know how to have a good time
I'm a little bit rowdy and a little bit tame
Ain't no way I'm ever gonna change
[Chorus]
Well I must admit that I've mellowed a bit
Father time can slow you down
I'm still doin' all I used to do
It just takes a little longer now
[Chorus]
I'm just a country boy
A good ol' country boy
I guess it all blew up in Missoula
There just was no other way
After months of going crazy
There was nothing left to say
But when the dust had finally settled
And the air had quickly cleared
Whoa, things were better off than I had feared
And I miss you so badly
Girl, I love you madly
Feelin' so sad now since I been gone
Gone, gone
And it gets quite confusin'
It seems that I'm loosin'
Track of the long days since I been home
Were stayin' in a Holiday Inn full of surgeons
I guess they meet there once a year
They exchange physician stories
And get drunk on Tuborg beer
Then they're off to catch a stripper
With their eyes glued to her G
But I don't think that I would ever let them cut on me
And I miss you so badly
Girl, I love you madly
I think I been had though, for stayin' so long
Long, long
And I'm just watchin' the Gong show
Waitin' for Zorro
Loosin' the long day since I been home
I got a head of full of feelin' higher
And an ear full of Patsy Cline
There is just no one who can touch her
Hell, I'll hang on every line
Oh, crazy how things happen
It's incredible but true
Oh, the longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you
And I miss you so badly
Girl, I love you madly
I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home
Home, home
And I been battling hotel maids
And chewin' on Rolaids
Countin' the hours 'til I get home
Oh, I been counting the hours 'til I get home
I guess it all blew up in Missoula
There just was no other way
After months of going crazy
There was nothing left to say
But when the dust had finally settled
And the air had quickly cleared
Whoa, things were better off than I had feared
And I miss you so badly
Girl, I love you madly
Feelin' so sad now since I been gone
Gone, gone
And it gets quite confusin'
It seems that I'm loosin'
Track of the long days since I been home
Were stayin' in a Holiday Inn full of surgeons
I guess they meet there once a year
They exchange physician stories
And get drunk on Tuborg beer
Then they're off to catch a stripper
With their eyes glued to her G
But I don't think that I would ever let them cut on me
And I miss you so badly
Girl, I love you madly
I think I been had though, for stayin' so long
Long, long
And I'm just watchin' the Gong show
Waitin' for Zorro
Loosin' the long day since I been home
I got a head of full of feelin' higher
And an ear full of Patsy Cline
There is just no one who can touch her
Hell, I'll hang on every line
Oh, crazy how things happen
It's incredible but true
Oh, the longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you
And I miss you so badly
Girl, I love you madly
I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home
Home, home
And I been battling hotel maids
And chewin' on Rolaids
Countin' the hours 'til I get home
Oh, I been counting the hours 'til I get home
There's two cats in my belly and they want to fight."
I was suckin' on a Rolaid and a Tums or two,
When I swear I heard it mew, boy.
And that is when I knew,
There's a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon
I think I gotta stop eatin' there at noon.
Is this heartbreak or is this heartburn?
Have I been played or do I need a rolaid?
Gotta learn the difference when I love ya
The difference when I love ya and the symptoms of ebola
Is this heartbreak or is this heartburn?
Girl you cut up
Girl you know you cut up
Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
In the Cadillac, (yeah)
Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
In the Cadillac, (yeah)
Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cummerbund with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
Smack on smack on some of this dick Tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
Whatcha mean?
Gotta get to this green
I don't wanna do no more of that codeine
I'll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is sex, she say she want Rolaids
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don't play with us, this shit get disrespectful
Beat the bitch one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna fuck, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil' bitch ain't never been before ('Fore)
Uh, I gotta get lil' ho from Idaho, and
I don't know what the fuck she got goin' on, this shit so potent (So potent)
I'm rollin', rollin', I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', locomotion ('Motion)
I got a 40, I'll hold this bitch and shoot it at you people (You people)
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick
I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit)
Know that's a dusty lil' bitch (A dusty lil' bitch)
Know that's a dusty lil' bitch
Rollin' up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin' at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair
You gon' get fucked from the dick by the back and go get you them Rolaids (Rolaids)
She want the Rolaids (Roll)
She want a Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young Nigga World, young nigga wavy
World, young nigga wavy
I make enough for the both of us
But you dance anyway
You know I was raised in the A
When you get off of work I’ll be
Ready to go in the ‘Rari
And when we get home we’ll have us
Our own private party in here
So I don’t worry at all about
The things they do or say i love you anyway
You can twerk while in a split
You racking up them tips
Your body rock and your booty poppin’
I’m proud to call you my bitch
They be lookin’, but they
Can’t touch you, shawty
I’m the only one to get it
So just go ahead and keep
Doing what you doing
(It's ya boy, Juicy J)
I’m just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live it up
Throw some hundreds on that ass
Walk her out the club
(yeah, ho) Lap dance for the first date
Bet I threw a few bands, that’s third base
It’s okay if you work late
We can still party like it’s your birthday
We can still party hard in your birthday suit
Knock that pussy out the park
Like my name Babe Ruth
Shawty she just want a tip
I just want to see her strip
If you fuck me like you love
Me shawty you might get rich
Have her own cake, her own place
Blow her own gas, no Rolaid
When we in the bed she like to roleplay
Tell her friend to join in both ways
1 W not 2!
W 3D, ORH, EIEIO.
IOC, PS, NESTLES, ROLAIDS, RESPECT
MICKEY why? why? Because we like U.
USA! A!
Alphabetical order!
(Met you in the club)
I make enough for the both of us, but you dance anyway
You know I was raised in the A
Shawty, I don't mind if you dance on a pole
That don't make you a ho
Shawty, I don't mind when you work until three
If you're leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind
When you get off of work I'll be ready to go in the 'Rari
And when we get home we'll have us our own private party in here
So I don't worry at all about the things they do or say
I love you anyway
You can twerk while in a split, you racking up them tips
Your body rock and your booty poppin', I'm proud to call you my bitch
They be lookin', but they can't touch you, shawty, I'm the only one to get it
So just go ahead and keep doing what you do, do it
Shawty, I don't mind if you dance on a pole
That don't make you a ho
Shawty, I don't mind when you work until three
If you're leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes (let's get it, yeah)
Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind (it's ya boy Juicy J)
I'm just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live it up
Throw some hundreds on that ass, walk her out the club
(Yeah, ho) uh, lap dance for the first date
Bet I threw a few bands, that's third base
It's okay if you work late, we can still party like it's your birthday
We can still party hard in your birthday suit
Knock that pussy out the park like my name Babe Ruth
Shawty she just want a tip, I just want to see her strip
If you fuck me like you love me shawty you might get rich
Have her own cake, her own place, blow her own gas, no Rolaid
When we in the bed she like to roleplay, tell her friend to join in both ways
Shawty, I don't mind if you dance on a pole (no, yeah)
That don't make you a ho
I don't mind when you work until three (don't mind)
If you're leaving with me
Gotta move you gotta make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, girl go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Make your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind
(Met you in the club)
I make enough for the both of us, but you dance anyway
You know I was raised in the A
Shawty, I don't mind if you dance on a pole
That don't make you a ho
Shawty, I don't mind when you work until three
If you're leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind
When you get off of work I'll be ready to go in the 'Rari
And when we get home we'll have us our own private party in here
So I don't worry at all about the things they do or say
I love you anyway
You can twerk while in a split, you racking up them tips
Your body rock and your booty poppin', I'm proud to call you my bitch
They be lookin', but they can't touch you, shawty, I'm the only one to get it
So just go ahead and keep doing what you do, do it
Shawty, I don't mind if you dance on a pole
That don't make you a ho
Shawty, I don't mind when you work until three
If you're leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes (let's get it, yeah)
Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind (it's ya boy Juicy J)
I'm just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live it up
Throw some hundreds on that ass, walk her out the club
(Yeah, ho) uh, lap dance for the first date
Bet I threw a few bands, that's third base
It's okay if you work late, we can still party like it's your birthday
We can still party hard in your birthday suit
Knock that pussy out the park like my name Babe Ruth
Shawty she just want a tip, I just want to see her strip
If you fuck me like you love me shawty you might get rich
Have her own cake, her own place, blow her own gas, no Rolaid
When we in the bed she like to roleplay, tell her friend to join in both ways
Shawty, I don't mind if you dance on a pole (no, yeah)
That don't make you a ho
I don't mind when you work until three (don't mind)
If you're leaving with me
Gotta move you gotta make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, girl go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Make your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home, girl, I don't mind
I make enough for the both of us
But you dance anyway
You know I was raised in the A
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
When you get off of work I’ll be
Ready to go in the ‘Rari
And when we get home we’ll have us
Our own private party in here
So I don’t worry at all about
The things they do or say i love you anyway
You can twerk while in a split
You racking up them tips
Your body rock and your booty poppin’
I’m proud to call you my bitch
They be lookin’, but they
Can’t touch you, shawty
I’m the only one to get it
So just go ahead and keep
Doing what you doing
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
(It's ya boy, Juicy J)
I’m just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live it up
Throw some hundreds on that ass
Walk her out the club
(yeah, ho) Lap dance for the first date
Bet I threw a few bands, that’s third base
It’s okay if you work late
We can still party like it’s your birthday
We can still party hard in your birthday suit
Knock that pussy out the park
Like my name Babe Ruth
Shawty she just want a tip
I just want to see her strip
If you fuck me like you love
Me shawty you might get rich
Have her own cake, her own place
Blow her own gas, no Rolaid
When we in the bed she like to roleplay
Tell her friend to join in both ways
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
Black out my red bandana
Dressed in all red like Santa
Me and Tune riding in the Phantom
Spiked out my Pineapple Fanta
My flows sick like cancer
Doing the drugs at a random
Bitch I ball like Amber
Keeping one in the chamber
Fucking your bitch in the Hamptons
Checking my diamonds, nothing fugazi
All of you niggas is shady
Crack flow, 80s baby
Hella wavy on them hoes
Pop a perc on them hoes
Giver her something for her nose
All them bitches down to roll
Swerving all in your lane
Dont crash, feel the pain
Dope music in my veins
Skating on em with Lil Wayne
Way too much ice now I'm skating on em
Flexing I pull out the Wraith homie
He saving these hoes put a cape on him
New freezer the water my neck homie
Pronto took her to the condo
I'm balling on niggas like Lonzo
Too foreign you dont get no convo
Too rich I dont need no broke hoe
Sprite in the Pineapple Fanta
Kill every song like cancer
Put it in the lock do damage
Once I fuck a bitch she vanish
I bust on her boobies
Pull out the camera we making a movie
Look up to Lil Tunechi
I came out the trap now I smoke out a cutie
She graduated but the head stupid
Might tell my shooter go and do it
Off the lot had a top gone lose it
And they all taking pictures they groupies
Fuck the Patek, she a real model but I just want the neck
Give me a sec, big jet on the way to a check
Okay, okay, okay, me and your bae soulmates
But if that hoe disobey, it's back to Chipotle
Beat that pussy up, no foreplay, Oscar De La Hoya
She ride this dick like horse play
I send her back bowlegged
She go right, left, she go both ways
When he asked she say "no way"
I can make her play her role and roleplay
I can make a redbone feel rosé
AK leave his head gone with no face
Wutang, my killers Ghostface
All my AKs 24K and Gold Diggers dig your grave
Okay, Tunechi Keyser Söze
Smoking that gas need rolaids
Sippin lean fast that's slow pace
If the bitch bad I showcase, okay
100 thou cash on the pillowcase
One in each hand that's lifting weights
This dick make a bad bitch richocet
Your bitch is in here swallowing like Minute Maid
God damn, okay okay okay
D.E.A., D.O.A
I aim right at your shades, then let off that roach spray (brrr)
Y'all boys soft as crochet, I take off with no brakes
I try not to leave no trace, but I dripped sauce the whole way
Damn, I'm a boss I pay me
I got lost like KD
I go off like Dray Green
Pop a perc go KG
Man I'm unwired like Dre Beats
Repping them big big big B's
All y'all drenched restin in peace
Dedication 6 sick six feet
Six shit
Medication quick quick quick please
I'm impatient Imma need a MD
The doctor said all I need is M-E
Your thot in here tryna get me tipsy
Your thot in here tryna give me hickeys
And now she's tryna tell me how to live free
Never let a stripper give you tips please
That's some six shit
The craziest shit Nicki has ever bought for me as gift was a pair of shoes.
I came out the trap now I smoke out a cutie
She graduated but the head stupid (oh)
Might tell my shooter go and do it (blrrp)
Off the lot had a top gone lose it (skrrt)
And they all taking pictures they groupies
Fuck the Patek (yeah)
She a real model but I just want the neck
(ahh)
Give me a sec, big jet on the way to a check
Okay, okay, okay (okay)
Me and your bae soulmates
But if that hoe disobey
It's back to Chipotle
Beat that pussy up, no foreplay
Oscar De La Hoya
She ride this dick like horse play
I send her back bowlegged she go right, left
(ah) , she go both ways (yeah)
When he asked she say "no way"
I can make her play her role and roleplay
(yeah) i can make a redbone feel rosé
AK leave his head gone with no face (bah)
Wu Tang, my killers Ghostface
All my AKs 24K (blrrp)
And Gold Diggers dig your grave
Okay, Tunechi Keyser Söze (yeah)
Smoking that gas need Rolaids (yeah)
Sippin lean fast that's slow pace
If the bitch bad I showcase, okay
100 thou cash on the pillowcase (yah)
One in each hand that's lifting weights
This dick make a bad bitch ricochet (yuh)
Your bitch is in here
Swallowing like Minute Maid
God damn, okay okay okay (okay)
DEA, DOA (okay)
I aim right at your shades (okay)
Then let off that roach spray (brrr)
Y'all boys soft as crochet
I take off with no brakes
I try not to leave no trace
But I dripped sauce the whole way
Damn, I'm a boss I pay me, I got lost like KD
I go off like Dray Green pop a perc go KG
Man I'm unwired like Dre Beats (yeah)
Repping them big big big B's (yeah)
All y'all drenched restin in peace (yeah)
Dedication 6 sick six feet, Six shit
Medication quick quick quick please
I'm impatient Imma need a MD (yeah)
The doctor said all I need is M-E (yeah)
Your thot in here tryna get me tipsy (yeah)
Your thot in here tryna give me hickeys
(damn)
And now she's tryna tell me how to live free
(damn)
Never let a stripper give you tips please
That's some six shit
The craziest shit Nicki has
Ever bought for me
As gift was a pair of shoes
The shoes look like uh my teeth that's
Definitelyand uhm I've actually never worn
'em they like a pair of shoes where
You know you always set them bitches
Out the night befo' you're like yeah I'm
Definitely wearin them tonightand then soon
As it's time to get ready
You like now this is not the
Event for these type a shoes
And uhm yall already know the
Type of events I go to so
If I feel like the event ain't
Enough for the shoes then you
Know it's a crazy ass pair of
Shoes shout out my girl Nicki
She coulda just bought me a picture of her
You knowi won't say what kind of picture
You know what I mean -if it's for my
Birthday or Christmas know what I mean
I'm getting dizzy baby girl
You can ride slow
I know
Wanna keep this shit up on a high note
Come on side with me
Far as I believe
Life is a party
Yeah
I can't feel my legs now
I can't feel my toes
I can't feel my heart anymore
That's how it goes
I can't feel a thing anymore my heart is froze
And it's quite unfortunate
Cause I wanna buy you a rose
Instead I'll buy you Rosé
Party till we're old age
If you feelin' sick to your stomach
I'll get you Rolaids
Bumping to the music
But it's four in the morning
Listen to the beat and you gon feel like
You're soaring
Prodigy
Sold Dre my soul and I told him
The moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, though made it
So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho
But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hangin' over
My code name is Groper, I role play with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
Old lederhosen with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I O.J. the flows and I'm insult to injury
Rolaids to Goldman, I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
I double-edge sworded 'cause one place
I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotatin' motion
Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle
Of sick individuals, stick my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fuckin' these syllables
I let them lick on my genitals
I'm a fuckin' invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formidable, that you bitches fuckin' with the original
I consider me and Nickel identical ('dentical)
But not us, the only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
None comes close to
Skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder
One month older
Sponge, mob, colder
Nun, rug, holster
Lug nut, coaster
Lung, jug, roaster
Young Thug poster
Unplugged toaster
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (whoa)
Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (yeah)
That's how much we have in common (woo)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like us (man, fuck this shit, let's go)
Ya, okay,
It's just incase
Fallin in reverse, yall are not stalking
Gotta keep your hands outta my pockets
Go and take some notes, I don't mind watching
Boy you running outta time, cause you not locked in
Heads gon break every time I walk in
Cause I bid and I talk fast like an auction
Rich clairvoyant, ya ima prophet
Sit your smart ass down, like Steven hawking
Gotta keep it going
Don't drop, don't drop
Stay ten toes down
Don't stop, don't stop
Never pulling over
No cops, no cops
And just never switch up
Don't swap, don't swap
I'm not putting in the work to make friends
Putting in the time, so the money transcends, Woah
Keeping tunnel vision on the end
Only got time for a full send, don't bend
Listen up now, it's not funny
Everytime I eat the whole plate gets dummied
Yuh, doucheville lookin really sunny
Whitechicks eating Rolaids for they tummy
Yuh, keep em all sweet, like honey
Feeling Hugh cause I'm chillin with the bunnies
Yuh, coming for the fame, and the money
Cause the whole rap game is about get dummied
I'm premium, you can get it on the same day
I'm beating them, ya I'm better than a plain Jane
No helium, but I rise, better make way
Comedian, you ain't funny, call a mayday
Cause im never lookin back when I pop
Revolutionary, time stops when I drop
Watch, never pulling over, not for cops
Aint ever gonna break free, living in a box
It's about to get hot like
Chant don't stop like
Gotta take a breath like
Listen, bad day for my opposition
Sticking to the code, just know I'm not switching
Ya, your burning up with too much friction
This is no contest, won't catch me pissing
Listen up now, it's not funny
Everytime I eat the whole plate gets dummied
Yuh, doucheville lookin really sunny
Whitechicks eating Rolaids for they tummy
Yuh, keep em all sweet, like honey
Feeling Hugh cause I'm chillin with the bunnies
Yuh, coming for the fame, and the money
Cause the whole rap game is about get dummied
Listen up now, it's not funny
Everytime I eat the whole plate gets dummied
Yuh, doucheville lookin really sunny
Whitechicks eating Rolaids for they tummy
Yuh, keep em all sweet, like honey
Feeling Hugh cause I'm chillin with the bunnies
Yuh, coming for the fame, and the money
Cause the whole rap game is about get dummied
If I come to bring it then I bring it by the dozen
Got an album full of hits, so they can't say nothing
Flow's so hot cause I keep em in the oven
Ain't no 50/50 chance, cause I always keep a hunnid
Get you fucked up, with the click of a button
It's a real beep test, cause I'll send your ass running
Letchu see my hand, just to show I'm not bluffin
If you get too close, then I'll change up in a sudden
Now I owe it to myself, no oath
Can't, let, anybody too close
Gotta watch what you say, no quote
I'll write you off too quick, too cold
Im not concerned, with the damage that was dealt
I'm only worried with the impact felt
I, focus my health, my wealth, my self
Cause I did it on my own, no help
Listen up now, it's not funny
Everytime I eat the whole plate gets dummied
Yuh, doucheville lookin really sunny
Whitechicks eating Rolaids for they tummy
Yuh, keep em all sweet, like honey
Feeling Hugh cause I'm chillin with the bunnies
Yuh, coming for the fame, and the money
Cause the whole rap game is about get dummied
Listen up now, it's not funny
Everytime I eat the whole plate gets dummied
Yuh, doucheville lookin really sunny
Whitechicks eating Rolaids for they tummy
Yuh, keep em all sweet, like honey
Feeling Hugh cause I'm chillin with the bunnies
Yuh, coming for the fame, and the money
Cause the whole rap game is about get dummied
Stop a youngin in his tracks
You can't come over here 'less you coppin' somethin' in this sack
Got a Glock up on my fuckin' ass
Never gon' post it, don't know I got it till he feel the blast
Gon' and jump if you was feelin' bad bruh
But just know the consequences gon' have yo ass feelin' bad bruh
Switchblade hit him up
Swing a bat at his skull till it crack up
He hit the ground but I ain't done
I'm finna pick him back up
Twist his neck around and snap it
Body lookin' flaccid, fold it and bag it
Cities I'm thrashin', burn 'em down to ashes
Watch it while laughin'
My skin I'm slashin', life is quickly passin'
Not long I'm lastin'
Pussy be grabbin', in it everlastin'
Got the bitch gaspin'
Pity parties what these youngins steady throwin'
Just gon' make the struggle worse, havin' only one set emotion
Everybody seem retarded and they mouths ain't never closin'
No fuckin' wonder society overflowin' with corrosion
Movin' swift, can't read the motions
You too slow mane
These spineless mothafuckas some noodles, that's chicken lo mein
He talk himself up too much
When I hear it I say "Okay, now show me somethin' bitch"
I'ma make his ass need a Rolaid
I looked him in his eyes then he choked, fainted on the flo
Raven too overwhelming
And smoke, paper burnin' slow
Baked him for overtelling
The situation really just a repeat of the last few
An invitation given by fools, tellin' me to bash dude
Why you Facebooking all your flames?
Why you take tums 'stead of takin rolaids?
Why they ain't give Puerto Rico no aid
Yet this weekend is the Puerto Rican day parade?
Hey
As hours go by
I look to the sky
I'm wondering why
Why there ain't no more rap groups?
I got all I need
At the trap house
Get me some heat
With some water
I can tap out
I got what you need
At the trap house
Black white green
I got my gucci belt on
Riding with bout 3 felony charges
Riding with 2 bitches i'ma menage with
1 time come try to get me
You'll see me dodging
0 to 100 on the dash
Not tryna see charges
T-Shirt white, size of a Rolaid
Put my product up your nose
I'm selling flonase
This will put some hair on ya head
Rogaine
And i'm just blowin on that gas
Propane
See the money coming fast,
Like a nascar
So i keep me some cash
Like a cash bar
Ask me where I'm gon put it
Thats what this bag for
Then I hit magic city
Abracadabra
I got all I need at the trap house
Get me some heat with some Water I can tap out
I got what you need
At the trap house
Black white green
Palestine flag out
I got all I need
At the trap house
Get me some heat
With some water
I can tap out
I got what you need
At the trap house
Black white green
I got my gucci belt on
I got black
I got white
I got green
I'm the plug
Get you to light up
When you need
You can get it delivered
Like some lo mein
And i re'ed up in bout 40 days
Use it or flip it
Its your choice man
Long as you buy
It go both ways
I can see my Future
Catch me with a freak ho
Taking shots after lines
Like a fuckin free throw
Her body tighter
Than the braids
That was on Alicia
But i keep on falling
Towards her pubic alopecia
Hit it once in the morning
Like the snooze button
Then i count it up
Make sure I ain't lose nothin
I got all I need at the trap house
Get me some heat with some Water I can tap out
I got what you need
At the trap house
Black white green
Palestine flag out
I got all I need
At the trap house
Get me some heat
With some water
I can tap out
I got what you need
At the trap house
Black white green
I got my gucci belt on
Verse 2:
I’m in the east on some emg shit
Pushin that whip yea I’m pushin that whip
Protecting the brand with that glock on my hip
In love with the money them dead presidents
Imma takeoff to the mountains so high
I mix and green and red likes it Christmas
I get some money fuck on these bitches
Down me a load and increasing my digits
I got the juice like I’m Tupac
Run from police like I’m OJ
These niggaz gone sing like the OJays
And yea I’m the shit I need Rolaids
I’m in the trap and I’m chillin with Unk
Pourin that Codeine and smoking that skunk
U gone get asthma get hit with that pump
Walking my choppa just like it’s a mutt
I'm wracking my brain, can't remember a damn thing
Don't want to know what tomorrow may bring
Don't like to travel, I'm afraid I'll get lost
It's the price that I pay, this opportunity cost
I forgot what I was said but it was deep I am sure
This CRS is creeping, more than I can endure
Now I got a good reason for popping some pills
Cause my mind's making promises that my body can't fill
I thought I'd do the dishes but I got an excuse
I pulled a muscle in my back while I was tying my shoes
I like to think I'm hip but my age is clearly showing
I like to rock in my rocker but I can't get it going
I got to make a change in my life maybe
Doctor says that just the way it is baby
My middle age blues is about to unfold
Got to get myself together cause it sucks to get old
Last night I had a party but it's all just a fog
They say it wasn't loud enough to wake up the dog
And now I'm drinking Maalox like it's a thirst quencher
I'm Poppin Rolaids from my Pez dispenser
At a bar I met a lady don't you know she knocked me out
Can't tell you a thing about her.
Look
Yea
Oh Lord I Dun Found My Swag
So tell me what you see
A nigga grinding
Tryna get more money than he need
I want it all
But its lessons when it comes to greed
If money the root of all evil
Then why you want a tree
Oh I get
I can't show no pity
Cause everybody ya friend
When they see you outchea winning
The same niggas I done past up
See me out here grinning
Wifing up the same bitches
Ready to get to sinning
Riding round in that Benz
Just to find out it's lemon
I know a girl that cut me off
Cause her friend don't like me
Ha
I hate when bitches twinning
Bitches with mileage getting pimped
Ask Xzhibit
You the type to block yo blessings Before you ever get it
I can have a bitch around my finger like A fidget
Passport staying valid
But you'll never see me tripping
The club full of chips
I grab me one and then I'm dipping
Forreal
Jesse white tumblers how I got the money flippin
You worry bout followers
But don't got a pot to piss in
Ok
I been up for four days
Tryna build a legacy
Picking up the pack that sent from Poway
Smell success in the air
I'm not settling for low wage
You can't fuck up my day
Aint no way
Change yo name to Jose
Getting a few racks on my slow day
I'm the main event they just cuoles
They sweeter than Canole
I'm protecting my energy
I hate when I got no say
Tell me are we enemies
I know my ex bitch salty
Like I sprinkled old bay on my old bae
I can blame her
Cause everybody had a hoe phase
I'm over this shit looking like a Rolaid
And on this two way street I'm lookin both ways
She say she love when I'm in it
Cause I treat her back like a record
Til im listed in Guiness
As God as my witness
I'm sticking to the business
After one step foward
I stumble I'm still optimistic
I just get up and dust my self off with the quickness
Cant let em see you drown
Unless you fall in the riches
I can paint a picture thats vivid
I cant stop til I win it
I'm just putting the finishing touches til I'm touching the finish
I can paint a picture thats vivid
I cant stop til I win it
I'm just putting the finishing touches til I'm touching the finish
Let's get it
AP Da God
Yea yea
Yea yea
Ohhhh
Yea
You came into her apartment, and the blessings, only started
And then your Granny took and fed you
You were stuffed now; it was her food
Granny brought you cold grapes, and poached eggs, and bowls of candy
Granny brought you milkshakes, and fruitcake, keep Rolaids handy
Granny's artichokes make, your throat gag, so don't take any
And before you go babe, you must take, a roast beef sandwich
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