Lyrics:
And where ganna be great together [x6]
Where ganna be beautiful together [x3]
And let me show you what I can do [x3]
Let me show you how fast I can get
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
another day of workin
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip 'cause pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job
and criminal y'all fags salute
I'm in the streets while y'all sweet like a bag of fruit
And I stick to my timberlands like I'm maganoo
Ya man lookin like he
please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin'.. ya'll playin' to lose
Who's next that wanna ride.. (who?)
Spittin.. (who?).. how I do
Daddi with a "I" girl you're doin'
everything by the book Nate Dogg tell 'em how she looked
Nate:
Girl ya lookin' fine so fine I wonder if you'd like
Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like?
(Why you over there lookin' at me)
I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club
(Why you over there
play with my money nigga play with ya life
tryna kill me but ya aint alright
I got so many wanna hate on me
but then look for buck when they tank on E
feel crazy
(One, two, three, four)
I see Bloods and Crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters, it's time to bail
time on a ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for three
dude, hunt ya down with tools
Repsect my presence, I step with weapons
You fall in seconds
Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop
am
If dey dash me some? Maybe then?
I can learn am (Yor!)
Money on the table
I be, scheming like a stable
Make they pile up like a label
How they,
And either went to college or they
Work up at the saw mill hip-hop country
How the fuck you think I feel
Got people lookin' at me thinkin'
That I'm not for
deep beneath ya u aint neva gettin respect.
I mean last night,
I had a dream that i was rich as hell,
Sick thing was i was actin like a bitch aswell,
please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin'.. ya'll playin' to lose
Who's next that wanna ride.. (who?)
Spittin.. (who?).. how I do
bodies running Deep
Ceelo, stack it then I count the Green
(Green)
2 Bad bitches with me I'm a Freak
(Freak)
They like daddy you Lookin Like Money
Show you how to bubble off of large investments
Ya heard me, and this journey, I'm the journalist
Line around the block to hear the words
(uh huh)
I'm beating that pussy up like a heavy weight fight (uh huh)
Ya came 3 times, how that dick girl (oobie whispers: TITE)
(Rap)
Girl I hit
Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit
You know I got it, if you wanna
Shake your money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar, don't you act like you afraid of shit
You know I got it, if you wanna
Curry or Klay shootin' deep from the three
Get a new crib 'n they wanna pull up so ya better go pray cause I keep it on me
Puttin' my money right next
deep as hell
Nan one of them niggas bad as me
I can tell by lookin' at her BBL
That she ain't pay much and that ass was cheap
That ass lookin
Ain't it funny how much money I'mma dump in that, (oh)
Jumpin' jax, jumpin' jax, booties bouncing like (x3)
Ain't it funny how much money I'mma dump in
could never dead the beef speak on my name ima get to
Glitchin
Don’t question how im livin
Like what bitch smoke his bestfriend count this money lil
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