Lyrics:
FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA
Verse Two: Jadakiss
Yeah aight then, you better act like you know
L to the O, X amount the flows
Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got
ain't worry bout 'em
Woke up to that paper, that paper I'm chasin'
Peddle to the metal for the cash, I be racin'
Suzy six speedin', no there ain't no
it tonight (what else)
Only sixteen, way too tight
But age ain't nothin' but a number- number
Baby got her hair done by Shanda- Shanda
Nine nine
Meanwhile, behind the facade
There lurks the secret of
A strange Albanian genius
I'm like a young Bill Kazmaier
Swollen from the juice
Primobolan in
like reality, there'll
Never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
Niggas get high off
like reality, there'll
Never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
Niggas get high off
a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC, VVS's is in the watch
Livin' fast where it's all about that money bag
Never front, you take it there, it ain't no comin'
if he tinted
These fake rappers getting by with these hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love, only love is your money
So when it's over
money, got new problems
Got new enemies when you make it to the top
That's the amenities
Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the league
And it ain't a mosh pit
and it's glistenin' (Uh)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Rrr)
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga
lost I came back like cook crack
Got my hand up in the game
And I ain't never look back
I said I'm good, I'm hood
I wish a nigga would
Try to take me for
picture
Take yo hoe and fuck her on the low just like a whisper
Dom Perignon by the pitcher
I used to eat at Crystal's
Nah I'm just lying, I used to meet
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats,
fuck that nigga life up if he let me (on God)
I don't do the internet, bitch, it be messy
Opp in the party, get popped like a fetti
Ain't impressed by
blueberry, and white russian
get it by the block it ain't open for discussion
I ain't touchin and puffin nothin give me a charge
I'm float with the cloud above
a million, do the Running Man (bands)
Your baby momma ain't nothin', what you nutted in? (Nothin')
You want smoke "Uh-, uh-," got you stutterin' ("uh-, uh-")
Goons on deck, I ain't worried bout nothin
And, every nigga wit me
Benz coupe or porsche truckin'
Fly ass nigga baby, you don't hear the
Most Hated Young
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
(remember)
Rule eight, come with the flow like 50 that made Ja Rule wait (uh)
Nobody yellin' all over this shit, this ain't no Clue tape (woah)
Rule number
Fuckin' up with this song bitch
Your mom shoulda told ya
I ain't nothin' nice
Snoop brought the boss
I got the spark, lets go on a body high
Put it
Fuckin' up with this song bitch
Your mom shoulda told ya
I ain't nothin' nice
Snoop brought the boss
I got the spark, lets go on a body high
Put it
she ride it like Six Flags
I need a big bag, where all my chips at, huh?
Doin' this daily, who playin' with me?
Feel like there ain't enough days in
like Rican dolla bands
Only thing I take serious is garments and money
And late periods, there she is
Screamin in a two by two, too fly two seater
Too
FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA
Verse Two: Jadakiss
Yeah aight then, you better act like you know
L to the O, X amount the flows
Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got
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