Lyrics:
[DJ Quik]
Huh, now don't come to my party if you don't wanna get drunk
It's me and my niggas and we puffin on a skunk
Cus it's true when I'm bent
you got mail, nigga, send it
Another record deal with Sremmurd, nigga, all I know is spend it
Up in Saks, swipin' cards like I'm Russel Simmons
You
take everything, know I got
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
(Ayy, Dre what's happenin' wit' it my nigga!)
Still I'm at it, peel
do the thang
We could do the thang
I know she like me I kinda dig it
So I did my thang for her she joinin' wit me
Now we gettin' groovy hotter
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
shopping in the mall
The kids can do the Santa thing
Photographs and all
We'll get the biggest tree this year
And trim it to the top
And spend a whole
off your dick
(But she's cryin and she says she has feelins and shit)
Yo it's a set-up, them niggas got me fed up
Ty stay in the buildin, if they move
for no other reason than it's pleasin'
To take a break from employment and let loose
And reduce the pressure for sure pure enjoyment
We got
it a shame all the pain to come
I'm better than the rest, check out the way I dress and got a lot of money to spend
The best club in town, is where I
And straight P-funk anytime
It's only right you peeped the rhyme, I got to take mine
Check yo ass with the shit that stank
Cus 2-Tone came to the game, aint
We've got stride for stride
Movin' side by side
With a strength and pride
We've got each other
They can scream and fuss
It won't break our trust
What
One million bottle bags count 'em
Think they can bounce the ounce
And it get 'em
Yo black spend two hundred and eighty eight million
Sittin'
Yeezy, Ne-Yo, the remix, ayo
I think it's time to hit 'em with the Ma$e flow
My uh, she was gettin' the best of me
But, ooh child, you're my
the definition
So check this out
Yo here's the definition of a hotti
A girl with Noxema skin and a V-8 body
She can relate with your wildest dreams
By
high, go ahead and touch the sky
Ain't no limit when you in it, live it up cause it's yo' life
Any minute we gon' spend it like the (shit) never gets spun
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it
Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it
Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
[Will.i.am]
Reach for somethin really high, go ahead and touch the sky
Ain't no limit when you in it, live it up cause it's yo' life
Any minute we gon' spend
the morning and I get up out my bed
I feel good, o yes I do
Cause I still can give it up for you
[Chorus: x2]
Cause we're all a little strong
In
a nigga inside
What we gon' do, it's all upon you
What I say, what it do?
Do, no not you, you know I got to
And if you got me, then I got you
I'm
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
(Where it at?)
I said platinum on that Boost Mobile
Run a Fortune 500 from a prepaid (Where it at?)
IRS talking tax, you know what we pay (Where it at?)
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
But she better try
Her mother
Cus I'm not
The one
I'll get it done
Got yo nigga
On my ass
An he gonna
Spend them
Funds
Ya
Uhh
Yeah I'm a real
Bad bitch
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