Plies - Fight Night Remix lyrics

[Intro] If you know me know this ain't my feng shui Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume Talking crazy, I pull up andele R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate Public Service Announcement Where all my rich n***as at man? MIGO! [Hook: Takeoff] Broke n***as stand to the left My rich n***as stand to the right Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!) Im'a knock the p**y out like fight night Hit it with the left, hit with the right Im'a knock the p**y out like fight night Beat it with the left, beat it with the right Im'a knock the p**y out like fight night [Verse 1: Plies] n***a I walked up in the club with a rubba on f** these b**hes in the club, I don't bring em home n***a rob you before so we can't do a song Told that b**h I wanna force em like a f**-a-long If she don't like it in her face I told them where ya going If you don't like giving head then b**h leave me alone Don't talk about dope on cell phones I pour my liquor out for n***as who got snitched on When my cuz came I told him I had a brick for em Other cousin told em I ain't had sh** for em You gonna hug me in the club, I got my pistol If you don't like me p**y ho write a diss song Church [Hook] [Verse 2: Takeoff] If you know me know this ain't my feng shui Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume Talking crazy, I pull up andele R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate Pocket rocket fire, watch him disintegrate It's a truckload coming on the interstate Sirloin steak all on my dinner plate Your main b**h say she wanna make a s** tape Rich n***a, I could never be a broke n***a (rich n***a) Broke n***as I can never get along with them! Always been hated since a little n***a (always) It's forever p**y n***a gotta deal with it (rich n***a!) [Hook] [Verse 3: Quavo] Float like a bu*terly, sting like a bee Rumble young n***a rumble! Lil' mamma want a n***a like me in the sheets Ice cube knock it out like Deebo Now who's that talking that gangsta sh**? Somebody gonna kick your a** When I walk up in the club I better make a thunderstorm Let them know that this a whole lot of cash Rich n***as on the right all night (rich n***a) Broke n***as to the left by yourself (brokanese) Now who the hell just said that the roof on fire? Call 911 like Wyclef [Hook] [Verse 4: Offset] I'm a rich n***a, I don't like a b**h n***a n***a broke n***a, I don't deal with you All of my n***as, official, My b**hes they strippers My n***as they criminals trying to get to the M&Ms If your b**h is so innocent, why she s**ing my children Last time I asked I dine and dashed and b**h I go in the building Bad b**h make it clap, let me know ya Young rich n***a on the couch talking to Oprah Bottles in the VIP while I stand on the sofa I don't speak your language, Brokanese, I thought I told ya These b**hes they be smokin' on hookah, my n***a ballin' like Hoosiers Geeked up in the Double R, I scare ya b**h, Freddy Krueger Freddy Vermeulen [Hook]