Hit-Boy - Busta Ass n***as lyrics

[Hook: Hit-Boy] f** them busta a** n***as f** them s**er a** n***as, you a ho f** them busta a** n***as Ask the world I'll show you what is in the ? [Verse 1: Chip tha Ripper] I can beat you to the punch or I could punch you to the beat I keeps it two hundred thousand, real ones f** with me I got money, but ain't too flashy, only f** with girls who nasty b**h, let me see one a** cheek, I'm still high from last week Hate I don't respond to, I just come and find you With your girl and your mom too, do what I gotta do like John Q Compared to how I used to live, I'm rich as hell, extra good You say if you had a shot, you would all net, bet you would Hey b**h, do you take MasterCard or Visa Okay come in, hop on this Leaning Tower of Pisa Keep them things on us, n***a we don't pop trunks I ain't ever been no b**h, I ain't ever been no punk Got thirty seven hoes at my crib getting drunk Got a crib downtown and I ain't been there in two months n***as is hoes, hating on us, just don't f** around and get lit Guarantee you when I see you, n***a, you ain't gon' be sh** [Hook (2X)] [Bridge: Chip tha Ripper (4X)] n***as acting like hoes b**h we getting this dough [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] I'm all about mine, I'm all about grinding You all about losing, b**h, we all about shining I'm doing this sh** for my family, my n***as, you'll never catch me in the drop I want cribs as big as Texas, b**h, respect the Swisher house Catch me on the top of the charts, or your girl Either way I'm winning watch the throne, I'm dropping the world And she lusting for Louis, she f**ing for Fendi She greedy for Gucci, it ain't no pretending All my n***as gonna smoke to this All my n***as gonna roll to this All my b**hes get high cuz we finna get fly, got me felling like Hov and sh** ? big pimping now we on a boat Somewhere off in the Pacific now we on the coast n***a we celebrating, sipping now we gotta toast To all this f**ing good living, now the struggle gone Yeah we on, yeah we on and life was all so hard Until I made a song called ball so hard She don't wanna let me swipe, I'll use my Kanye card Now she knows that I'm repping that G.O.O.D. Music And it's just nothing to getting them drawers off [Hook + Bridge] [Verse 3: Bun B] I sit on the side of the bed, smoking a blunt, counting my bread Your b**h got her face in my lap going fed And I'm tapping that, she's on top of her head Yeah this is the life of a king, money and power, the lights and the bling And my wife is a queen, look at me n***a, my life is a dream You caught in the hype and it seems you think you like me, but n***a you ain't So if you step to me wrong then I'll split your a** from the teeth to the taint See, I've been in these streets and you can't just say what the f** you gon do and don't do it Say you want drama, we gon pursue it Radiator gun be leaking that fluid f** a hater and whoever came with him I'll point the finger, then my n***as get him After my n***as got him, he tossed in a river and sink to the bottom When that body gets bottom Sleep with the fish like Osama Bin Laden f** boy, we ain't hiding We at your broad, daylight and we riding And my hat low and I'm sitting on fat, ho Plus, I'm packing that gat so Watch where you're walking like Ratso Rizzo, extra street and these kids know So do us all a favor and go mind your motherf**ing biz, ho [Hook + Bridge]