Lyrics:
and get it back
She all on my dick cuz I make a lot of paper
And I know I'm winning cuz I
Make a lot of haters
Swag on 100, my wrist on froze
Money, cash,
a lot
Rose gold I done paid a lot
Tell em I done paid a lot
See I done paid a lot
See I done
I done paid a lot
Golden opportunity we go to hit
better be saving your thoughts
Boy all you got is a cape, I make the nation go off
And nigga who put fear in your heart, respect me
Take a act of God 'fore
me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money 'cause I know he keep it safe (yeah, that my boy)
They ain't goin' runnin' out safe
get off your ass and get on the grind
Get up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right now
Forgot what I am, bitch? What am I?
I'm a pimp
Shake, to, my flow
Let it go when you shake that coco
"I Got Game", so whatcha know
Get it up, then I hit her with the Rambo
Oo-chie, coo-chie
New hardtop
Off the car lot
Hit the gas tires smoke like cigar shops
Make ya jaw drop
Bought it off the narc cops
Tax on the work we got them
Squad goin' up like elevators
Five rings, five chains, ho see you later
Five minutes, make a car get the whole thing
Broke boy still flex ho with no
stupid with it
Boy, I fuck you silly, ayy
I'll make a lot of noise
I'll wake the neighbors up
I get it poppin', daddy
'Cause I don't give a what?
her name, baby, it could be love
But you know your boy don't fuck with nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for
coins from my eyes
I?ve been down but now I'm back up
Bout to act up boy you better back up
When you see me set up shop know to pack up
I crack up when
her name, baby, it could be love
But you know your boy don't fuck with nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money and stack them bucks
A bank for
the coast
You shop at PetSmart but don't realize your pet's smarter than you and I've been getting known
Let me tear apart this thought I've had for a while
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
SoIcyBoy, blrrrd, blrrrd
Uh, blrrrd, lets go, lets go, lets go (lets go)
Yeah, uh (yeah), big blrrrd
Yeah,
for that
I been realized, I'm all in
Surrounded by the camouflage, in ballin'
Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin'
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin',
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
the top and pimp the lot
And watch the trunk do tricks (do tricks)
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind (mind)
Keep a hooker on the track and keep
the Jeep, I think I'm mad fly
She used to have a man with lots of mad signs
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile
And in bed she had proved to be
make em say
Yup yup we make em say yup we got em like
Let's get it you got a boyfriend?
No, we don't care now where that money at?
It's over here we ball
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
whereas we just trained ourselves
To say "you know what
Let me entertain this idea" and
Exhaust all the possibilities to
Make sure that it doesn’t make
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
Alright Mr. Thanksgiving
It's for the money this time (Drama)
Howdy do motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote
fuck my glizzy, try to make his heart stop
Take off skirt to skirt, blast off out the parking lot
I use the shop, I save a lot, life of a hard knock
Ayy,
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