Lyrics:
and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my face on TV
Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is, the Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemen, You know me,
Listen, you know I ride for my motherfunkin'
the money best believe it's 2 for the GO
I’m riding around in that foreign whip while I spit a rap with VO
I represent Chief Keef and anybody that wants some
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel
Money is the shit
I represent, real ass niggas fa sho
>From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between
I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', my
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
shit that niggas know about from
East to West to North to South, no doubt
Every city got their niggas from they hoods
And some from my hood I'm a give
fuck me in no G4
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Buss)
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (BIA, BIA)
Look, see, I inflated
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy P
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie, hey, come here)
for me
Gettin' drunk, hopin' I get to the crib safely
Pray for me, 'cause I'm needin' money majorly
Sit at home watchin MTV with a empty P
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
and break your shit
I be on my third war shit
That four V.L.M G Type of shit
A.F.S.P.P.S.P.V.H.P.V.B.A G type of shit
You be on that teacher spray 1st 48
hear the car running
Tip the door man, so you know I got a gun in
Promoter already paid my money
I'mma make it rain on sugar and honey
Bigga baby
on my knees (knees)
Thank God I'm stuck in these G's (G's)
New fraud, I put 'em on freeze (frauds)
Did a show in Mykonos, Greece
She a pro, ain't
a D-O-G to the G-O-D
Got OCD and not your CD
Hit her with the D-O-P-E D
That's Dope Dick Tunechi, DDT
You could D-I-E for a F-E-E
I'll D-I-E for my
Every dime every nickel every penny, I'ma put in work for it
Cause ain't nothing in life for free, you pay money but I'ma spit a verse for it
I
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? 'cause oh yes, I'm comin' to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's I'ma split'cha,
it back to 25 A G
No C, niggas out here know I got the D
P.G. makin' plays, twerkin' off a P
Broke that bitch down, I been hustlin' all week
All week
the house nasim
Supa P Kelly Green represent to the fullest
After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib
I bought the MAFIA
niggas inside
With choppers, doin', surgery on bodies like head doctors
Be quiet, 'cause they mad tonight, we gone act a ass tonight
I'ma take a body
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