Intro
Who the fuq this n***a Stevie J?
Who the fuq! Is Stevie J?
Philly!
(Jahill Beats Holla at me)
Verse 1
These n***as p**y can't respect these n***as (p**y)
They finna make me drop a check on n***as (f** them n***as)
I heard these n***as actin' foul now (Foul now)
Till we slide up on them put that tech on n***as (Here we go)
Ever since I got some money they been acting funny (wooh)
I got married to that paper, holy matrimony (wooh)
My n***as shooting better back up off me
Times changed now my mom and em' all got matching Rollies
Every n***a round' me on one (On one)
Every b**h around me on dope (On coke)
Countin' up this money with my Rollies (With my Rollie n***a)
And the forecast says it more snow
Every time we hear the load drop, we be making hoes drop
Lil' bit of baking soda, bring it back a whole lot
And we got them pills if, n***aa like to Perc pop
I got n***as uptown, we're down to get served out
I be with my real n***as screaming gang gang
Ridin' dirty with the 30, let it hang hang
Time to pull up on you with yo main thang
I done seen the money make these b**hes do some strange things
Hook
I'ma get money (Get money)
Get to it (Get to it)
We winning (winning)
They losing (Losing)
They hating (They hate)
I knew it (I knew it)
Flooded the Jesus (Jesus)
No Judas
Wooh, woooh, wooh
Verse 2
I been out Miami for a week (For a week)
I got double seats all in my 6 (on my 6)
Get your b**h some shoes like Cinderella (Cinderella)
She gon' treat this D like she a beast
Money, power, respect
sh** I live like what I rap
All these n***as that got murked
sh** we dead bout' that check
Make me run up on you n***as
Snatch that sh** up off your neck
Super-soak that Ak, all you n***as gon' get wet
I hear everybody talking like they shooters. (Like they shooters)
Popping sh** from their computers
But if they act like b**hes when we see them that's how we do em
Everytime I see a hater I be thinking hallelujah
I'm still moving with the same n***as, on the same sh**
Tell me why my side hoe, better than your main b**h?
Tell me why my side hoe, doesn't speak no English?
You ain't talking money n***a you don't speak my language. Ho! (Who the fuq is Stevie J?)
These n***as p**y can't respect these n***as. (p**y)
They finna make me drop a check on n***as. (f** them n***as)
I heard these n***as actin' foul now. (Foul now)
Till we slide up on them put that tech on n***as
Hook
I'ma get money (Get money)
Get to it (Get to it)
We winning (winning)
They losing (Losing)
They hating (They hate)
I knew it (I knew it)
Flooded the Jesus (Jesus)
No Judas
Woo woo wooh
I been out Miami for a week (For a week)
I got double seats all in my 6 (on my 6)
Get your b**h some shoes like Cinderella (Cinderella)
She gon' treat this D like she's a beast
*** Thanks Thomas Drake for the lyrics