Lyrics:
the same
Bringing it back like Rogaine
Let us do us like romaine
Walk right by the line in my mink
Got a gram of moon rock slipped in my drink
Gotta hit
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
the strip club buy what
I want then I go hey
It's all these hoes and only
Me you bitches gotta rotate
Walk inside the plug house buy what
I want then I dip,
Put together, ain't close to the dribby I see
No, no, no disrespect
But this gyal deh pon another level, cut the check (uh)
Tell King mag, stop
ears, you know she playing them right
Hilton style, billionaire boys club
Braveheart, ya'll don't want no war with us
Dump a semi-auto made by, I made
Jeff
So bust this beat
(Disc) (jock)
Yo Jazzy
[ VERSE 1: The Fresh Prince ]
Well, it's true that I'm the reigning king of the throne
But with all my
I turn it out whenever I'm in the mix
I'm creeping with my secret and that's how I wanna keep it, peep this
If I hit this pussy you going tell
for hip-hop (yeah, second renaissance type shit, check it)
Yeah
Who would have thought that paintin' pictures 'bout bein' broke
Would get me riches
[Chorus:]
It's 99 players check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready
Cause
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
know, my clique snatch ice like that
Take it down to the scale and get a price like that
[Beretta 9]
Snub in the club, don't be nice like that
Catch
the sneaker
Don't try to put that gun up in your wig yo
Cause I can see you, Diglah, yo, check it out
Up in the club like what
You know what it is man, me
Put together, ain't close to the dribby I see
No, no, no disrespect
But this gyal deh pon another level, cut the check (uh)
Tell King mag, stop
it from me>
But +I Checks My Bank+ so I paid 'em (yep)
They put a tap on my phone and I made 'em (mmm)
I paid 'em, two hundred and eighty-five G's
slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
(And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you're a fake bitch
alright all out of dodge (alright)
That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report (sweet)
Check on the war report; check
Brrrr
That's that check runnin' through the machine!
I got the retail on 'em
By the time it get to you it got detail on it
We got that fishscale on it
of stolen checks
The snow, the white in Miami get crunk
When I see 'em in the club, they sniffin' up that stuff
Give you one G of white
Give me two G
Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable
Fuck y'all clubs
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
represent right
Peep this, James Bond, BM look tight
Delightly, that I could see shorty liked me
Politilly, [nigga], get it right g
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