Lyrics:
See I'm all about the extra bring the pressure
They know we next up
Weed inside my blunt a couple hundreds on the dresser
Foreign whip's inside
Know you feel enticed by the way I wear my hair
Feel you 'cos you're different, unusual
Pull up hit them with the woo like i'm Rick Flair
Yeah they call
stops
Cause it's time give heartbeat props
[Chorus]
[Big Money Odi$]
I'm the type of guy that's sly like a fox
An honor roll student in the school
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
like I’m hank
I’m so Atlanta like summerhill by Turner Field long live
Summerhill billy Charles from Summerhill
Eyes bigger den my stomach need
that, trust that, I rush dat
Don divas dice game fevers and up
Malibu Sea Breeze in the cup, what what?
D the Dean, D the Don, Waterbed dot com
digging all my flows
She wanna' give me Sloppy Joe
In the backseat of a Rolls
I can't choose when i'm away
So I do Eenie,Meenie,Mo
Catch a tiger by the toe
pull up with you and rock out at the venue
Can't be neighborhood hero, I'm a villain with a big ol' gun
That just how a nigga gotta come, nigga
and drives
It's about time the mashin is arrived
I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel
Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin
goin' up
Day-by day, every hour, we out this world
Fly high to the sky
The price is getting high
Please, baby girl, come take my
Hand, we'll go far, you
you really need a pro
Cause my shit's more rugged than G.I. Joe
Don't front honey, act like you know
Now big up to my Brooklyn mob (Brooklyn!
Bra
Big House On The Hill Pick Ya Faces Up
Please Indubitably Im Stress Free
Sweet Daddy Freak Classy That What I Need
Like Ben Aqui'
Him Is Me Moving
veggies so I turn up
But the opp don’t like them they know where I’m at and don’t turn up
Life’s a trip I make a wish tummy turner
Do a drip I take a sip
before you get
Shot like Big and Pac
Two shots to your arm and your crouch
We bombin’ your spot, we got it on lock
Please believe I got the heat up
Shaq and Kobe
Big Herk on a track with Obie
When you come to the D, it's cutthroat, better be packin', homie
Where niggas get they shit split for
make you frown, liftin' up the bitches gown
Beatin' down had to pounce I be smokin' by the ounce
Got a big fuckin' chop for ya neck, yeah who's next
Ima
grindin and I'm stackin up that paper
I'm a bread breaker baby cake chaser money maker
My mind up on them dollas you neglectin' to pay
Any means by every
a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks
From here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair
Big L is the villain you still fear
Cause
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
No other name for you
Even though they call you by another, you were always my G
And you light up the room
Ever since the first day you were here,
Citizen is evident the denizens
Took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, hair tied to the fucking firmament
Can't be like us,
on the 10-speed
Now your boy up in a big league
I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VVs
They ain't gon' want me on TV
Blinded by riches like
matter what
thugged out
and some shirt
short jeans
a big butt
what you see when I'm walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you
matter what
thugged out
and some shirt
short jeans
a big butt
what you see when I'm walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you
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