Bow Wow - 6 Foot 7 Foot lyrics

'Bout to go off Time for me to show off Movin' on from my ex, sorry b**h your loss Cash money n-gga, you straight a** n-gga So much cake, the bank can't stash n-gga And plus I go too hard, I'm mackin' on two broads N-ggas aint hard, bunch of undercover RuPaul's B to the O, y'all muthaf-ckers already know my lyrics flow b**h I gotta get that bread you heard what I said My mind is on my dough Shout out to the O Yeah lemme buck town My n-ggas don't play round Y'all n-ggas get no shine till I say it's okay now I'ma big dog, K-9 Droptop, daytime Bad b**h, shotgun Hair down to her waistline Snoop always told me, lil cuz do ya thang Take a system with the flow, you'll be a legend in the game Now it's YMCM, packin' all the freaks in Take the Lamborghini out once on weekend Youtube k**er, pockets full of Skrilla Old school Chevy, inside vanilla Send my girl to London, my girl got to stunt hard Since I'm in the family, just throw it in the Rush card Smokin' on kush, don't smoke no ? b**hes better recognise how dope I'm is I'm a pro in this sh**, I'm like ? in this sh** Haters better realise how much dough I get I'ma body this track, let it be known Prince of the raps, so better get off my throne Hate nobody if you lend no hand I got right here all on my own Rap game all f-cked up They signed up n-ggas who locked up Prefer me a hood chick, Hollywood hoe's too stuck up Better step yo game up, n-ggas step yo change up 'Bout to be 24, sh** still aint changed much Wait, more movies, more paper, which means, comes more haters See y'all in June, Team Heat, whattup Lakers Girls hit me on my Twitter now they wanna follow him Only take lil mama to the condo if she swallowin' You know I be balin' in, my Bugatti comin' in If you really wanna know, hip hop yep, I'm running it Where my competition at, swear they know I'm running this Living in my Miami, but I do this for Columbus and Please, n-ggas aint f-cking with me I got a bit appetite and I just ate this beat n-gga