Lyrics:
got the gat on me
You know what I'm saying?
And it ain't like I'm trying to be a tough guy
Or trying to make people think I'm crazy
By sayin' all
know better, keep ya bitch on tether
Niggas got snow like cold cold weather
And big money clips cause they fold dough better
Packin three cuties in
(You grow one?) Im on one
Break it down and ill call one
So much weed ya think i grown some
Hatin' niggas lookin' lonesome
Young nigga but i grown some
why I keep my luggage 'cause I swear y'all's a fuckin' trip
Young Money dungeon, bitch, my swagger just punched ya bitch
And I shoot like I'm from
don't need no sleep
[Chorus: x3]
I'm a full-time hustler, I'm full-time real (aye yo)
A full-time d-boy gettin it how I live (ya know)
I full-time grind
Excuse me
Excuse me, thank you
Hello, hello
Yes, yes
Hey um, how ya doin' ma'am?
I, I'm sorry I, I don't have it now
But I was prayin' that
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
Goddamn right
it's a party every fucking night
Been there for about 6 weeks
walked by the freaks
look, black greeks
How the fuck ya figure
I dig ya me
used to ridin' 'round in bulletproofs with like two or three switches
Y'all niggas outside fifty deep, I'm with like two or three niggas in the mix
deep as hell
Nan one of them niggas bad as me
I can tell by lookin' at her BBL
That she ain't pay much and that ass was cheap
That ass lookin
kinda sure you will admire my taste
But before the sun graze ya
I'm tryin to see how deep you are
And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
another day of workin
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip 'cause pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job
the money's gone, I'm spendin' more faces
She with homeboy (homeboy), but she want this
Six cars, eight chains, three cribs, one Wiz
You know shawty thick
beggin' me to spank it
Lookin' like a host from the Barbary coast
Nigga don't wanna get burnt like toast
Whassup wit deez nuts in ya me-outh
Aight
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
Lookin' for the key to release that first piece
Three times two is six, Pete is one-three
I'm the other
your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame
(Yeah, yeah) 'cause I
Hit the road,
All I know,
Rock and roll ain't dying, about fifteen deep,
We hit the streets low ridin.
By the time we made it to New Orleans,
It
Push!
They whisperin' about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin'
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like
Wayne]
Gazing out the window of somethin foreign
Thinking to myself-self, self
How come getting money neva gets boring
How come getting money neva gets
yo clique
Umm, hey fellow how ya doin’?
Well I’m doin’ bad and I hope your day’s ruined
When you’re on stage I’m the one that’s boo’in
Cuz I hate
to get dough
And he betta be street
We like dem boys up top from the BK (BK)
Know how to flip that money three ways (Three ways)
Always ridin' big
Mobb Deep yeah
Clinton Sparks! We're about to
Pop off real fast this is H right here
Got P by my side ya heard?
(Uh, huh) Let's do it like this
Check it
the folks today is the day
For my nigga's birthday twelve o'clock come through gon' get beat
By who? By them hog mark niggas in the cleats
We's deep, no
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