Lyrics:
(Mike Will made it)
I'm in the club, high off purp', with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt, with my J's on
(In the club, high on purp' with
day ones
Pull up and you know it's us, the bass jumpin'
You don't like the way I talk? Then say somethin'
Get out my face, nigga
Gotta throw
hell of a prophet
Don't understand why J cole
Talkin' 'bout false prophets
But didn't mention higher-ups
Change your name to Amber Cole
These fucking
flag in the ground it's red nation!
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change
I've been in this game, it's a new day
And I'm making it known
flag in the ground it's red nation!
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin'
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga
Cole World nigga
Dreamville,
Diamond cross on like the Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze (it's Gucci)
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin'
, Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it (it's Gucci)
Cole walkin' out with M's, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it
to fuck shit up
Now who throws shit?
[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside
Atlanta playboy
Don't got much to say, boy
Cradle to the grave, and it's been like that since a slave, boy
It ain't shit to pull up, pick the fucking
Throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away
Throw it away!
Wake up this morning, there's a letter on the mat
Big brother want to know
Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin
Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin
We usin dubs for the subs and 15's for
dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over
[Goldie Loc]
Give it up, give it up nigga, you know what's happenin
Lil Goldie Loc'll keep the DoggHouse crackin, lackin
We usin dubs for
it up, throw it up, throw it up
Oh yeah
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Oh yeah
And all the crowd come in, day by day
Hold up!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Somebody done told you you wrong
Thought it was just gon and gon' end off like that there huh?
Hot, too Hot
Too Hot
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
Oh
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall out from the sky
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me
Look, God, it's the same me
And I basically know now, we get racially profiled (throw your hands up high)
Cuffed up
say? He like, "Shut the fuck up")
Show me how you throw it back, show me how you ride it
Shawty pop that pussy like that man was inside it
Show me how
the hopeless broke kids, hope
Caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost
Silly head to approach, what's up young blood
Ain't it strange,
then listen
But I don't think you'd like it
Such a nice kid
[Chorus]
Nobody's lookin' now
I throw my toys around
Somebody's being very bad
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