Joe Budden - I Gotta Ask lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, standing in the cypher rocking To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey's ever seen To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard And it's all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby I wish you n***as that would owe me some bread would come and drop it off I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won't pop it off Wish I knew you wasn't with the sh**, so what you hopping for? When p**y's thrown your way every nanosecond it's not an option ya'll Normally a sponge, but this some sh** I just cannot absorb Why ya'll are dressed like Metro Boomin? I wish you would knock it off Wish the best MC didn't mean who is more popular But I just booked my next nine months, ready to lock and more [Hook] Money is a lot to grab Before we get to it there's a question that I gotta ask Where's all my n***as with the rubber grips? (bust shots) And if you with me mama, I'm rubbin' ya tits, and whatnot [Verse 2] I hear they thinkin' bout speakin' my name Bet if they could I'm takin bets Money on my hood, money on me, I'm good Money on the wood, money on wishin' that money would That's him against the wild life And I got money on the woods, baby Two b**hes, three's company, how I half with her This Hennessy don't do the trick, then watch this Jack trip her I'm tryna' buy a compound, I need the pad bigger Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure Bad strippers, and fraudulent hourgla** figures Got every bartender thinkin' she'll get a gla** slipper You see a line of bottles comin', guess who orderin' 'em I'm pointin' at one, they all coming in Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again What time you get off, I'm showing up there Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten [Hook] I mean, the money is a lot to grab Before we get into there's a question that I gotta ask Wheres all my n***as with the rubber grips? (bust shots) And if you with me ma, I'm rubbin' ya tits, and whatnot [Verse 3] How many MC's must get dissed? In the great words of Buckshot my answer is "why the f** not?" Come to bars, I'm the same n***a that love to club hop Don't be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot We the OG, thorough n***as, huggin' the block Way down to the crooked businessman thats fudgin' them docs The early teams in the hoods out there f**in' with cops Know they f** with us back now, especially if you black now It's Joe