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This shit is fucked up cause
Some niggas call it tough love It's crazy cause You might know a nigga all your life And he got a twisted alterier motive And he just wanna see you do bad See a smile on your face all day So he just acting like your friend When he is really your enemy Or your best friend can become your enemy Through the the jealousy So we call those frienemies Knew him since a child Played cops and robbers My best partner grew up to be monsters Stayed in my crib Ate out my fridge We was on a grind Even wore the same clothes My brother Fucked the same hoes His beef was mine Even had the same foe We was inseparable Joined at the hip I let you get the checks I kept the joints on the hit And what happened The sneaky hating Niggas in your ear And a plan deviating Snakes in the grass Just waiting for the moment Niggas on your team And they're really your opponent Play the game And you know goes booments Mama said friends come by the dozen Know I'm feeling for their guns When I hug em' I hate them from a close From a distance I could love em' [Chorus] Frienemies [Repeat: x2] The ones you kept close The ones you love most Frienemies You know who you kiss You know who you lift This shit is getting scary Frenemies [Repeat: x2] The ones you kept secret You had plans to make it Frienemies I smell danger Over the money Best friends become strangers Bailed you out of jail Wait let me backtrack First you came home Then I got your ass a deal Fresh out the can Signed a quater mill Running through the paper Buying copes and popping pills Money got low You started acting ill You grew desperation Once again you got nailed Someone got killed Conspiracy, and even still I bailed you out of jail Without me you would be facing In a pale, barude nuders You would be Judice But in the process Flew you in the world Put diamonds on your neck Like you were my little girl Put money in your pocket Like you was my son Su Food in your stomach Like you was my son Pooh The streets talk Heard you partnered Tru Now you talking shit Like you really wanna do it A will-wack The type that deceive you Your mama should have told you Never bite the hand that feed you Caught me off guard I met you through my man I let my guards down And accepted you as fam Told you get a chair Let you eat at the table Never thought that he would be ungrateful But guess what I own the pub and the label So if a nigga feeling itchy I got killers on the paper [Chorus] Hope y'all paying attention Keep y'all eyes open Hope I ain't wasting my breathe About this shit that I'm talking about Cause it's so real You gotta watch these niggas around you Cause you never know whose who now a days And all of our love we be showing They might not be showing the same type of love back Matter of fact They might not be in there for your best interest See an alterier motive is hard to see when You've known a person for so long, or You've became a custom to their ways But you gotta stay on 50 You gotta stay on 50 Cause, you got some people that Think like, if niggas is moving fast like that Then karma will get em' But sometimes karma don't come around fast enough To handle the situation But sometimes for us to learn a lesson We go way to far Then the consequences become way too heavy That's what I'm trying to let learn from experience And please don't be naive to the fact that The nigga next to you could be the nigga that set you up for failure Or even kill you You know how the game go And you gotta watch these bitches These trifling bitches man they set you up for failure too You know they're in there for the money man Gold digging bitches It's a fucked up world But you probably won't even get a chance You know, might put you up in a gang Frienemies |
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| 4:11 |
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Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah
I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah And I got one word, one word to describe ya Oh, you're precious Whoa, whoa, shorty you know you precious Hands down a little more then impressive You could afford to be selective If you've got a man he need to be over protective No games just telling you my perspective I would try to scoop you if I didn't even direct She'll leave a nigga breathless It's not who you came with is who they say you done left with You got a lover every morning there's breakfast And she don't be goin' through my phone like no detective Seeing me with you got them sicka than asbestos You ain't gotta love it they gotta fuckin' respect it If I were you I would get up on some neck shit If I send the goons out somebody's gonna make an exit She come and get me if I get arrested Lil' mama do the unexpected 'cause shorty she's a ridah Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah And I got one word, one word to describe ya Oh, you're precious Every Obama needs a Michelle So little mama won't you be my Michelle Michelle my belle, I want you on my team, can't you tell? Wanna buy you pretty things like bags from Channel Texting on the phone, I got you laughin' on your cell SMH, LOL with a smiley face Talking dirty got me hotter than a fireplace What's the deal? Is you tryna get baked? Take you out the fridge and put your ass on boil Treat you like milk I'll let your ass get spoiled Said you wanna ride I bought you brand new toys So tell cupid that I seen my target, pretty face And a body like a Greek goddess A diva, closet like Neiman Marcus Work on a new fashion before it hits the market Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah And I got one word, one word to describe ya Oh, you're precious Pretty brown eyes don't break my heart Your body's in mint condition We all find now you lit the spark Let me put you in a right position Right now Tell me your fantasy baby and I'ma take you there, yeah So turn the lights out Or you can leave them on shorty, I don't care Shorty you're precious and you gon' love how I put it down, yeah I see you watching so let's not mess around, no No hesitating 'cause I got what you're lookin' for, oh yeah, yeah And I got one word, one word to describe ya Oh, you're precious |
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You know, everybody expect a baller but I'm like
Why you worried about balling, 'cause I am balling I'm just ready to blow the bank on you, girl You know, we just splashing them this year It's all about that splash life I still live the fast life, I blow the bank though I got at place in mind, for my move to LA Or my mansion in NJ, we can party in the sky Where you wanna go? From Manhattan to my hood Where my money's never good We can spend it playa, tell me what you want Trying to scoop something nice (Fly, girl) Trying to put you on the flight I'm a jumper, we can do Aruba tonight Or we can jump in the coupe and just shoot for the night She was dancing in the club with her pumps in her hand Trying to tell her that The Trump was the plan Trying to get her out of the club And have her jump in the Lamb (Murcielago) Konichiwa, we can jump to Japan (You like sushi?) Or we can just do the tropics We need more problems cause the money ain't the object Probably get mad cause the smokes in the cockpit (So what?) Chest cold as a froze up locket I wanna blow the bank with you Spending all that money, spending all that cash I wanna blow the bank with you Spending all that money, spending all that cash, let's go In Atlanta, popped up like a toaster (I'm burnt out) Did Miami in the soft-top roadster (drop top) Rose champs, spilling drinks on the sofa (Champaign don't stain) Thank God for the chauffeur Where to little lady? She's my designated driver Bad little B, like the destiny survivor (She's a dime) We can see the sun rise up Speeding to the room in the V getting highed up (Hit that, hit that) Or we can jump through the block Brand new whip, so you can jump through the top Hop out like who got bank Then we blow it all cause you know we gonna ball I wanna blow the bank with you Spending all that money, spending all that cash I wanna blow the bank with you Spending all that money, spending all that cash |
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| 3:44 |
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This goes out to all my fly ladies, all across the world
You know I love you And I'm sorry if I called you a bitch Sincerely yours, Jones Shawty's like the sexiest thing that I've ever seen She is like a drug and you know Im'a fiend When we sexin', shawty let me Do the different freaky things to her And I like the way she kiss me when we're all alone And like when she miss me, she be callin' ma phone Like where you been? Let's get it in Scoop her up like, baby, let's roll This is for my bitches All around the world and they straight up sexy All around the world ladies can you feel me? That's the girls I like I put your hands up high, I, I, I This is for my bitches All around the world and they straight up sexy All the girls around the world ladies can you feel me? That's the girls I like I put your hands high, I, I, I This is for my bitches From New York, she was summer laid (Like a star) Pretty thang from around the way (She was all) Body like she was from the A I like I like M.I.A High drops that's the way we play Top down major would a made ya day Spending money like a Vegas day |
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See this is the life that most people dreamed of but this what we live for
They wanna take this from us why 'Cause we young black rich and famous, I wouldn't trade it for the world And there's no regrets in life, how that sound This is the life When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows This is the life When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose This is the life When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down This is the life I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood? Main dragon chin chillied up Took the champagne glasses, please fill 'em up Don't be scared that you spillin' it And tell the truth is you feelin' it That's the breeze from the gutta We make cheese cop V'S and burn rubba The latest coop V's got the ladies loopy Indulged in the world so we spend the paper loosely Life in the lime light, pretty, pretty bitches My ice shine bright, break bread wit my niggaz The feds takin' pictures, we call 'em paparazzi I tell my possie vogue strike a pose I hop up in the Rolls, blunt, I'm gonna smoke This is the life When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows This is the life When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose This is the life When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down This is the life I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood? I wanna tell my problems to the reverend Prayin' to God is there Harlem up in heaven? Gazin' at the stars Ferrari engine rarrin' At the red light and Harlem was the settin' I'm married to a gang but didn't come for the weddin' It started with the dealin' and dreams of four wheelin' Comin' up I ran a amuck in the streets Chasin' the fast bucks, stomach touch gotta eat Now we orderin' breakfast, I'm sittin' at the table Stackin' up my pancakes the syrups on maple I gotta watch my brothers 'cause Cain can turn Abel Gotta watch the money 'cause the thing can turn tables This is the life When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows This is the life When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose This is the life When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down This is the life I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood? All I need in this world of sin is just me and the pearl twin turbo Blowin' smoke through the pipes, gettin' ghost through the night This is fast life livin', pick a coast if you like The day we cell dope, the night is velvet rope Party with the chicks from the club with hella smoke Whips that we valet soon as we hit Cali Call the more buckets, ask the waitress what's the tally Swipin' all da cash, lightin' up the grass Four Seasons stays, more reason for us to play Doin' sunset the Porsche Caberlay Or the red eye flights like the Jedi Knight in Star Wars This is the life When the champagne spills and the Rollie on a nigga wrist glows This is the life When the spotlight shines and the camera gets me with a sick pose This is the life When the night time falls and the cash shuts everything down This is the life I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us? Heaven for us I wanna know is there a heaven for us, us, us, us, us? |
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| 4:28 |
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And they shootin', I must be on top
(It's clear up here) We coopin', we must be inta trouble Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop It makes me laugh, ha, life is so ironic How I would get the cash, I become so iconable Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel I live the life that's filled with the jealousy Doomed from the start, it's like we born with a felony Where's the longevity, we in the place Where best friends become enemies And foul niggas got the tendency You gotta watch what you wish for I hope to God it's on a switchboard When I'm tryin' to say a prayer And I'm callin', hope You listen Lord See it's just my position Lord Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky Make it rain so I know the doves cry Lord, do You hear me praying When I'm lookin' at the sky? I hope You can hear what I'm saying It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining But it makes me wanna cry I know You can see what I'm saying It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my 'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain That must you and God in heaven poppin' champagne And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami You got bent pussy, it was your first trip with me We was goin' hard too many bottles up in free-vay You was goin' crazy with my Haitian man t-sway Pass that on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days And I can't forget you b-day We had dead body tap, we was deeper than aye And now I'm just wishin' I could see a nigga face And they kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em yet? And it's a damn shame because niggas still upset Like chita chala, God musta needed y'all I think about the street dream, saw how we were born But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers That are dear friends of me Lord do You hear me praying When I'm lookin' at the sky? I hope You can hear what I'm saying It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining But it makes me wanna cry I know You can see what I'm saying It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the best I'm tryin' to keep a positive mind movin' through the stress I'm tryin' to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most I'm doin' way too much, I'm playin' death to close I'm think 'bout the thought of goin' back to court For the petty little games I really should avoid But it's the calculator risk on how we make the chip Realizin' if I slip, it's a bottomless pit If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile? Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile I thank God that I'm alive to see a black president We screamin' 'Yes, we can' but that won't change the deficit That ain't really even the best of it You catch me in the streets, I will surely tell you the rest of it Lord do You hear me praying When I'm lookin' at the sky? I hope You can hear what I'm saying It's like my, my, my I'm not really complaining But it makes me wanna cry I know You can see what I'm saying It's like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my |
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| 4:12 |
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Give me a minute to get in it, give me a minute
With one of your main bitches, mental fitness I demonstrate Right in front of your eyes Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a nine Confidence booster all in her mind And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime (Come with me) To the city where my committee chase titties and ass (Are you ready? Come with me) I'll show you where the check break fast and we bust heads fast If a nigga not in single file Run up on him single style Let the thing break him down, you love my methods Take a nigga off the earth if he on my shit list reckless The key copper have to eat proper Bitches lookin' for guidance, had to be proper Tone Capone is the beat dropper The jump off is jumpin' off proper and it's about to get hotter (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) I still rep Walnut street in deep East Oakland The 100 block where you can your whole shit broken Like Mystikal 'Still Smokin The life [unverified] and rent free I never let nothin' live on my mind I gotta grind (Grind) Shine and fight for my grandma And don't do nothin' stupid like Hammer 'Til I go bankrupt, steady drinkin' 'til I finish my cup Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections Chosen selections 'cause girl I ain't fuckin' without protection I'm harder than erection Teachers so you study your lessons And advise for that viewer discretion On a scale to 1 to 10, I get 11 Give a toast to the pussy like Devin And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7 I've plottin' on a way to get rich And keep bread out that cock And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head Shots of lead poppin', situation's crucial And every nigga I'm wit is feelin' neutral Fuck, takin' 10 paces and drawin' down This ain't no Western movie Roll a Swisher, pass it to Ric, sat the window wit the doobie I'm lookin' at booty, onion ass on the strip You fine but baby girl where your whip, it's jumpin' off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) While I'm outtie on the west, I got the best weed and the best hoes I'm on the block at all times, dressed in the best clothes My focus is money 'cause pussy come natural I only fuck with those that can show me some collateral I deal 'em all off top I ain't a child molester or a killer, I don't need y'all props Shit, if she wit me, she know what it is We hotellin' and you don't deserve to go to the crib If yo patna wanna roll, she can roll, I ain't gotta touch I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes And I could have my choice, enie meenie miney mo Bust a nut, get the fuck, play it how it go My main ho called and told me she made some money I said, "Bitch you ain't never come gave it to me" How many woman now done wanna get gangsta for me Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach (Are you ready?) (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) 'Til it pop off And you better be ready for the jump off (Come with me) |
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| 3:36 |
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(feat. Ron Browz, Juelz Santana)
[Intro: Ron Browz] Ether boy!!!! Hey!!!! [Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! [Verse 1: Ron Browz] We need more bottles tell ma hurry up Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up Know it's me when you see this fur in your area And she call me all night cause you can get it up On my neck on my wrist everything is litted up Drinkin bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up Only get one life so you gotta live it up (HEY!!!) If you in the things I'm in Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends Right now, I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance [Verse 2: Jim Jones (*Ron Browz)] When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?) Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back (The 60) Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (AIYYO!!!) Money in the bank man you know don't stop that (Stop that stop that stop that!!!) (*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Now we tryin to get up in the club (*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Try to tell me no cause I'm rollin with the thugs (We got money bitch!!!) Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!) Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles (*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Y'all know the order Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters (Right!!!) Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go) Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else) We standin on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby) We was ballin hard it was just the ninth inning (Early) He told shorty we could be friends (Yep) And your friends could meet with my friends (What else) And we could do this on the weekend or on the weekday We could do this on the freeway and get in the freak way SHIT!!! We could get in on three way (Oh) Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep) We superstars no Lupe, we could do this like a duet But y'all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the lights This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light [Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] Baby I wanna see you work (Go) See you dance (Go) Without no shirt, without those pants Pop champagne ain't a damn thing change Spray it in the air make it champagne rain Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool Mami got a body see that damn thing move It's no sex in the champagne room Says who? Baby I'll break all rules Bring it here and I'll break off you She see me in V.I.P. and wanna break on through When she with you she lyin but she fake it When she with me she like it she never fake it [Bridge: Ron Browz] I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance [Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! |
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Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain You couldn't understand how much the pain weight So in the hood we love the rainy days 'Cause sub constantly we know the sun's coming We love the winter 'cause we know the summers coming Remember I got locked the same night my son was coming All I could do is pray that they don't take me away And Lord knows I have the angel's on my side They search the car, I had the hammer in my ride A miracle on flat bush avenue I still made it back to say push when she was having you A newer version, a younger me I want him to go to school and raise him up gun free I swear some places I don't want him to be And I swear some things I don't want him to see But new booty, daddy loves you truly So the nights you don't see me, you know daddy's on his duty Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain What's a poor man's pickle? Survive threw the poor Pull a truck upfront and drive threw the store Had to be a felon, hated being proper Read the book of life and satin was the author Still I was the colperate rather be in rikers The bugger had my baby momma running threw them diapers All for that shitting and all them pampers Grandma layed up with all of that cancer Lid paint flaking constantly chipping Mama with that dark rum constantly sipping I vow to my name a bad transmission For getting in the game that's a bad transition One flick, one night I'm ally ally outsin' free For getting you a place with a G A couple heavy shots I'ma newer man ready Go and get paper the hustler with the confetti, I'm ready Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain I can truly understand How life can drain all the passion from a man With just one chance it can change his circumstance And get that money, baby, get that money, babe Let's get this money, baby, yeah Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to wash away the strain |
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| 4:00 |
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Dipset, as we proceed what have we here?
Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka One thing to do get money muthafucka I pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones Touch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up Just like a bunch of clothes Hey, ma we stretch work like you touch your toes And in the middle of July we got that summer snow I got 'em snowboarding in August and I love a pretty bitch But the Porsche look gorgeous Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps We bring them whips out We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good If there's money on my head I hope they got a receipt Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets I got dogs and they not on a leash So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh? At this point I don't think they could take it Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety And even though that we been gettin' cake And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me Now tell me how I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? Sheesh, we are what we are Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER Flat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line I'm back for mine some more black flyin' The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good And what you do nigga? I cop cars out the future, pocket so fat like Raspusha I think I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous Chicks want to get with us, the feds takin' flicks of us They all know I put on for Harlem Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level I took 80, blew it on a Beezle Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto The definition of opulence The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit Who would think that this kid from the projects Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic The wrist look like hypothermia set in Pick a club night that the burner don't get in We pop champagne until the club let out I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent out We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good You know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point? Money, money, money, don't make dollars, don't make sense Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, Jones |
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