Anza

Woo, woo Big bag alert Yeah You know we gettin' the most money, right? We already got the most money, nigga (Murda on the beat so it's not nice) When you see me, big watch, fifty pointers in the bezel of it (you see it) Big draco on me, you could never tough it (ha) Try to run down, better think better of it Told my shooter if it's smoke, then you better up it (boom, boom, boom) That bitch pussy good, but I could never love it (sot at all) I dive in that pussy like I'm treasure huntin' (splash) She ain't really my bitch, but she my bitch (that's my bitch) Took her out the hood, now she levelled up (ha) Uh, might put her in the CCs The two Fs and the GGs (talk to 'em) The CDs and the DGs And I pass the bitch off, CP3 We come, big strap, peon, get back I am beyond this rap, we gon' click-clack (brr) Put my whole city on map, we won't get at Niggas know what we on, get back, nigga, let this bitch breathe I ain't done Let this bitch breathe, big Rollie on sleeve Big brodie sold kis, big forty on me Two hundred on Vs, try to run up on me Your mama gon' grieve, bro, you know we gon' squeeze (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Bro, you know you won't leave You know we on go, bro, you know we don't freeze Kutter hangin' out the car and he throwin' light breeze (brr) Know we both sold raw and you know we sold Ps Got the forty-four Colt like a Rodeo Homie gon' bleed (boom), put the hole in both knees Gotta suck it if your pussy on bleed (ha), let that bitch breathe Bitch breathe, let that bitch breathe Breathe, let that bitch breathe Let that bitch breathe Let that bitch breathe, bitch, let that bitch breathe (woo) Uh, I just got another bag, nigga (woo) Uh, I'm really tied in with the streets I ain't just another rap nigga (woo) Yeah, and that's a fact, nigga That ain't no cap, we be slidin' with the MACs Nigga, thirty-two shot clips, call that shit Shaq, nigga (brr) Aimin' at your hat, nigga, put you on your back Play with me if you want to, that'll get you whacked, nigga MVP form, you can go and check the stats, nigga 'Bout to win a ring, then I'm winnin' back to back, nigga (ha, ha, ha) Roll another Back and you know I'm puttin' wax in it Louis letterman, LV on the patch I don't love no hoe, I ain't gettin' too attached with her Hit it from the back, then I say I'll holler back, gotta let that bitch breathe (hahaha) Uh, uh Queen Caese When you see me, Queen Caese, bow down when you greet me (uh) Full speed, I got the green like Luigi (come on) Lotta dark, diamonds dance, Chris Breezy (breezy) Known to do an AmEx greasy Mani ain't the chick you can get right to (uh huh) Hit my line, highly doubt you'll get right through (uh uh) Cartier on the boots, that's my get right shoe (ooh) Griselda is the movement and the get right crew (yup) Slim waist, fat ass, make him blow a big bag (ooh) Deuce-deuce in the goose, want smoke, who mad? (yup) Bad bitch, big drip, with a whole lotta swag (ah) Five-six, fly chick, whole lotta ass (woo) Hit the club, pop Ace, throw a lil' cash (cash) Push a coupe, deuce-double-O on the dash Ain't about the money, it's fuck 'em like Mr. Marcus (fuck 'em) Married to the money, tell niggas I'm off the market (I'm off the market) Huh, don't get scared now, nigga Let's talk about it, pussy ass niggas If you don't know about it, ask your ho about it It's up and it's motherfuckin' stuck there Lights out for you niggas and you bitches too Griselda forever Big steppers