Bizzy Crook - Act Like Its Nothing lyrics

[Hook: Michael Francis & Bizzy Crook] How you gon act when this paper comin' She still in the crib and we just finished f**in' All my homies say these b**hes can't be trusted How you gon act like its nothin' How you gon How the f** you gon act How the f** you gon act How the f** you gon act How you gon act like its nothin' How you gon [Verse 1: Bizzy Cook] Good luck, good luck yeah that't what they told me And Ima need a crib that got rooms for the whole team Tell them hoes ain't sh** new but the old me And Ima tell em all good luck like they told me Book 40 days, tour bus say next stop NCA Look thru my phone, tryna find me a dame I could call up and see when I get to LA Alice from LA, Drea from LA Lydia with Jan's fine friend from The Bay Tiff from the big upper lip from The Bay And I would call Denise but she went MIA I just hope these b**hes still around When I blow up, get that dough up I just hope 2 girls are still down While she was busy hangin' out in A-town She missed on a n***a that woulda stayed down Now she finally starting to realize she got regret in her eyes And you could see it all in her face now b**h ho n***as, I get it Now these fine b**hes want tickets But listen Seattle, there's whole lot to see So you and your girls could just walk in with me Come ride right quick, these are the n***as that I signed up with This is the team that I try out with So I strongly suggest you don't try no sh** [Hook: Michael Francis] How you gon act when this paper comin' She still in the crib and we just finished f**in' All my homies say these b**hes can't be trusted How you gon act like its nothin' How you gon How the f** you gon act when I got my paper long like this How the f** you gon act when I got these b**hes on my dick How the f** you gon act, I just hope you're not surprised That candy paint drop thang he's in gettin' head on 95 [Verse 2: Bizzy Crook] How you gon act when I pull up in that f**in' Maybach Is you still gon front, is you still gon front Can a n***a still hit it from the back Can I still come thru at like 6 when your roommate dip And you ain't got cla** til 8 And I just left the studio to come straight back to you And we f** to the music I make I just hope these girls are still down When that tour stop and check drop I'm comin' straight to your town I feel like every time that I'm on the road I always let the right ones go I kept a lot of hoes who ain't right, I know No hard feelings, its just right they know Ya boy done got on, my new b**h got old My pockets on swole, my chain is so heavy We took a shot but then they got blurry Lets try it again and I just wasn't ready I mean I know I f**ed up But you act like you don't know me no more Cuz we ended in the summer I unblock her number next year when I come off tour [Verse 3: Michael Francis] Said you'd never change, well I doubt it right now Way you lookin' at me so strange right now We walk out, 3 women on the plane right now Flyin' cuz they wanna run a train right now, on me baby [Hook: Michael Francis] So how you gon act when this paper comin' She still in the crib and we just finished f**in' All my homies say these b**hes can't be trusted How you gon act like its nothin' How you gon How the f** you gon act when I got my paper long like this How the f** you gon act when I got these b**hes on my dick How the f** you gon act, I just hope you're not surprised That candy paint drop thang he's in gettin' head on 95 How the f** you gon act when I got my paper long like this How the f** you gon act when I got these b**hes on my dick How the f** you gon act, I just hope you're not surprised That candy paint drop thang he's in gettin' head on 95