Lyrics:
fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
you gonna shoot me rocks
When you got the Outlaw 'Pac shittin' ya box?
You was lookin' real weak walkin' down the street
Now a nigga thirty deep, oh
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
myself)
Huh, and when you lookin' at me (ooh)
Tell me what do you see? (I love myself)
Ahh, I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head
ya put it on my tab
Redbull & hit note ya put it on my tab aye [x4]
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah songz is my name
Money talk fall even I been talkin
the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin niggas out the hood and just divide em with fam
Hey yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
About the dick like the horse
three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that
wit' a switch
How the fuck I'm pussy if
You always on my dick?
I don't rap about the typical
My money or a bitch and if I ever do flex
I'm in the gym
the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin niggas out the hood and just divide em with fam
Hey yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
About the dick like the horse
dreams
Got China comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
if his money short
(Girl how you ride)
Keep it real with Yo nigga
Pop a pill with Yo nigga
Back ya bags hit New York and get a deal with Yo niqqa
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
the streets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin',
then ya click ain't shit
Most niggas come around ya just to ride ya dick
Cause ya got deep investments in the girl called crack
And ya pimp her and ya
grown
But look at you, you're amazin
What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do
'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are
[Verse 3 -
And ya bitch swallowed everything like a thirst quencher
Pockets fat gun heavy so my pants sag
But I'm far from a rich nigga
My mother had three sons
So
before me for me not to get it
Sacrifices I gave more than plenty
Don't let me catch ya lookin' at my Yurman funny
Cause then it won't be funny
Don't be
Its bikelyfe when we ride
How you think that you gon slide
When we a hunnit deep outside
It’s a slingshot in the front
It’s a Harley in the back
Got
to Joe
I couldn't tell ya how now
One of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and
They was like "Uh-Oh!"
I ain't just
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Uh-huh, yo, yo, I need all the dudes in the club
Get ya money out
(Let's get 'em Keri)
Stop, now let me see your booty drop
If you think you
, i found someone to take a look inside
ct last , i found someone to take a look inside
(V2)
LIGHTS ON
Drive by —- lookin inside but ain't no way
A wo-wo uh woahhh
A yea-yea uh yeahhh
Check it out
Check it out
Chuck it out uh
1 2
1 2 3 4
All black attire, lay in ya ass in a casket
Get
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