feat. Ckeelay
Hands up like it's a stick up
Talk so funny, sh** I'm running,
With that hapy that's my n***as
Swerve that money, dick like c block
Even if it's purple, swear to god that sh** about to k** us
'Cause these paycheck is like they see mama buy from the villa
Minimum weight that's iller,
Got all that in my swisher, sign dollars and hour burn it
Inhale it and take a picture
2 gigs of data, f** it, 2 gigs of data, that's something
But each and every show we get saying there ain't no custom
Plan if you say nothing, plan if you say something
'Cause conscience talking getting mills and I'm way past late for luncheon
I try to speak my mind, nobody hears my voice and
If I ain't about that grind know my daddy all disappointed
So f** it, I'm bout the money now
All these b**hes I dane in cold
Like I said it's so funny now
b**hes always be standing hoes
My way now that I made it
Me myself and my making
From the 90's not sense though
They might, might not get famous
(x2)
Drop it, drop it low, n***a what you fronting for?
Gotta taste the money, best believe a n***a want some more
All you gets who cop that hoe, at the corner at the store
n***as burning all that dope, I stay glided on the low
Tell that Dennis talking for real
Hey you better pop in that grill
And if she ain't dropping that a**
Best believe they copin' the field
Sativa got me with feel
sh** is easy eat dough for real
Till they see you squeeze a n***as beans
Sleazy for copin' pills
I got 99 problems, all of them and I be shopping for grills
Tell them that cool a** jazz, 'cause it's rock'n'roll up in here
Get your motherf**ing pill
Get you motherf**ers k**ed
And as for money, then sh**, you got a motherf**ing deal, racks!
Slow down, I black 4 down, for the go down
For the backs of the cash and get my own now
Dingo baby, hear me I'm saying
For every one of our kids who make it I don't know now
I thought you get a job
My baby you see me sitting, how bout a good ma**age
You think I'm one of your b**hes?
Get up off your a**, if you wanna take in desire
500 dollars, I tell you this sh** is fire
When I try it, you thinking I'm high,
Got a reason to slide brown, but taking up the deal like a liar
You see I'm like a king, your baby b**hes apply for
To be in my prior over d after I die, 'cause I'm willing to fly
Hit you high in your eyes for your lies then you lie
Pop, pop, then you die but you cry and you try
And you caress me in my own thoughts
Take it up with my dick give me the dice, baby
(x2)
Drop it, drop it low, n***a what you fronting for?
Gotta taste the money, best believe a n***a want some more
All you gets who cop that hoe, at the corner at the store
n***as burning all that dope, I stay glided on the low