Lyrics:
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
built like me, they just be sayin' to much
I'm hopping in and out the V
It's push to start don't need a key
She lookin' at me she with me
Yeah
Walk up
Sound: music from Caruso’s First Sound Gramophone recording; April 1902 plays
(link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TjEoAXzJ9E) instrumental up until -
if the shoe don't fit
I make it happen like hormones, you been forewarned
I got you mad now 'cause I'm kickin that popcorn
It blows up in a couple
drunk up in the V.I.P.
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
If you swingin' from them club lights
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
Niggas thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I "Hit 'Em Up
(Blow, blow, blow)
Take that
(One)
For the hell of it
(Two)
That's a definite
(Three)
Better give it up
(Four)
How I hit 'em up
(Now)
I'ma
off to the races
And no negating Smith & Wesson leave you crusain boy
We be up in the clubs, stunting with two chains boy
Got it popping, niggas mad,
, racked up nigga let's blow some faces (Let's get it)
Hunnit dollar bills, fifty dollar bills
Twenty dollar bills, ten dollar bills (Yeah)
Five dollar
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
if the shoe don't fit
I make it happen like hormones, you been forewarned
I got you mad now 'cause I'm kickin that popcorn
It blows up in a couple
You texting me like I'm a kill y'all
If you don't get your ass up out of that club and you do know what time it is
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
to sanitize
I'm coming in fully automatic it's time to sterilize
C M R
We heading up
I moved down south
But near the apps
I still got ties
I live by a code
I
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin'
We don't give a fuck
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
and going
Till we'd gone too far.
Till we'd gone too far.
One cent at a time
We're changing the w-
Wait! Now hold up!
So, I was coding in the lab late
it
Over
No we just start
Closer
Now I cyar part ways
With the five cent ten cent
Straight dollar wine
Head top she flip up like
Straight dollar coin
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
Graveyard shift
She don't work
A nine to five
Looking like
A model
Dirty Dancing
In the night
Hit the club
Diamonds hitting
Watch it come alive
All
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
up, bounce back
Get it up, bounce back
If you spend it in the club
Go re-up and bounce back
Pick it up, bounce back
Get it up, bounce back
If you
the emperor's pents
This ain't no blow up, baby I got straight drop
Stay out the kitchen tryna cook with me, go get the gray mop
She gon keep on workin' it, I
getting off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south
I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
Ass super fat, I'm not a square cause I'm around
If you choose to blow it, make sure you don't make a sound
Five second rule, pick it up when I hit
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