Lyrics:
(I think its ironic lets go)
I think it's ironic how them hallows leave your body filled
You don't know how catching a body feel I been along steal
the chicken
My n****s be trippin', go get the Popeyes
We counting up digits, we get it on site
Lil' mama act right she gone get it on site
I know they ain't
Hold up let me put this phone on silent
Mxm n****s, yeah not girls bruh, n****s
Busy blowing my shit
Yah, she said she know somebody, so she somebody
yeah, yeah (What it do shawty?)
Let's go!
Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I
Keep it down on the low-key (low-key)
You should
always keep a glock by yo' side (protection)
Six real n****s stick to the script
Seven don't get blood on my new elevens
Eight keep gettin' cake fuck
And baby we too lit to quit,
My hand was tattooed by her hip,
They turn Ratatouille for quids,
Run that calamari wit’ my n*****s,
And I cannot worry about
harder every day
I didn't have sh**, thinking about my f***ing dog
Made me get off my ass and go chase a bag
Stepping on these n****s, neck, I know they
to fit in
Verse 2:
Jetta what you doin?
Jetta where you at now?
Shut up lil b***h I'm boutta go and get my cash now
Rolling through with all my n****s we
seaweed to a seal sitting by the seashore
I slipped on sea shells by seashore and I scuffed up my sneaker
Platinum cookies my reefer, Siglo Cohiba, Swisher
a B and told him link me with the P
And I don't steal, I'd rather rob and let these n****s know it's me
I take orders from my mum, the only one
a lil mo when they vintage
Shirt by Vlone and my forces is Givenchy
Rosenbloom House taking shots in the kitchen
Damn, I gotta catch a flight in
You don't know who you f***ing with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
yeah she do that s*** bueno
Let me show they a** how this lil game go
She wanna groove I told her let's tango
Let's hop in a coupe money on flamingo
my N** every location we lock it
If your family say the word
We let it pop by the end of the week
We at your site giving you your Flowers
Since you
(CashMoneyAp)
2
2
Money on my mind I have a million dollar dream
No time to relax I’m trynna count up with my team
N****s turn to bitches when they
pay the DJ to play my shit
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
With the bull pimp cup man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's
pay the DJ to play my shit
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
With the bull pimp cup man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's
need a 100 bands
Get my N*$$*s off the street and go and buy some land
That’s the mission
That’s the goal
Stick to the plan
These N*$$*s f***kin up
with my niggas, when it was green grass
Aye
Ice on my wanna skate (Wanna skate!)
I was poisoned got bit by a snake (By a snake!)
Never bend, never fold,
Get on my level ho (Lil' Scrappy ho!)
Get on my level ho (It's BME ho!)
Get on my level ho (Let's go!) Get on my level ho
B**** n**** you can neva
Let's Go
I got the crown now, you ain't taking shit
Bow down to the ground, put ya face in it
I got too many dudes that'll slay for this
And ya boy
dawg with me don’t get BIT
Can’t stop can’t pause can’t QUIT/ So cold n****s think I’m SICK!
(oddo verse):
There go the Mt. Man/ Mr he gon get paid
Yeah, yeah
Ok ok
Motherfucker, y'all know who it is
Lil' Jon, the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz, yeah
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too
they sour
Getting money a day by the hour
I can't fuck with these n****s they dead broke
Pull up on me i swear you don't want smoke
Stick my dick in that
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