Everywhere We Go (feat. Azis, Sol. C, Shamegga & Scott Free)

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Everywhere we go, haters wanna know
How we make that dough, pimpin' all them hoes
Everywhere we go, haters wanna know
How we make that dough, pimpin' all them hoes

I stay chillin' when my pockets thick
And when I come around, yo, the spot gets lit
Hustlin' hundred dollar bills like it don't cost a bit
All the bitches starin' like he must lost his shit
But uh, I'm always doin' what I have to
Stackin' paper by any means, f*ck around then I blast ya
Cause when I pass ya, I leave y'all in a trail of dust
Punk haters can't do nothin' but wail and fuss
So you need to get up off me
Cause you're talkin' real hard, but you actin' real softly
You never know how I get my dough
I'ma stay pimpin' hoes everywhere I go

Yo, what up? Niggas know it's megga for real
So get up and steal, let's get ghetto and kill
I'm head over heels, put niggas' heads over hills
Or buried in fields, I think I done buried a mill
A product, or sharp objects by the projects
And I ain't focused on losin', that's besides us
I'm a bike in a real federally
Come through police chasin' Mel Caddy
Roll straight through these states smokin' the fatty
Hoes think shit don't stink when she got it
I'm knowin' that she gon' freak, that's regardless
Hell boy, leave that bitch

Everywhere we go, haters wanna know
How we make that dough, pimpin' all them hoes
Everywhere we go, haters wanna know
How we make that dough, pimpin' all them hoes

Yo, yo, I bet you wanna know how we cop that dough
Pimp them hoes and make everybody hit the floor
We go for broke, through thin and thick smoke
You think we a hoax, we as real as the pope
Look out for tag toes, we bag foes in their own area code
Zoned, off mad dro fake niggas get played with like Hasbro
All about the cash flow, I'm an asshole who ain't bashful
I'll tell a hoe to take off her clothes in front of her folks
Get her shit wet, cause I'm ready to poke
Open up wide, divin' into the hole
Watch as I slip and slide cause I'm a pimp

My weed sack's so fat, it breaks my back
So I go and smoke it up, and I'm back on track
Yo, my boys call me Jack, I master all trades
The only thing I'm knowin' is how to get paid
I'm makin' all my money, slayin' the jade
I keep my nappy head, I don't need no fade
No way to test the skills, I'm above a grade
So go and keep it real, and I'm down to blaze
But let me see some cash if you wanna smoke
Your attitudes kinda make my thoughts provoke
And make me wanna grab you by your throat and choke
But you're already coughin' up the blunt you smoked

Everywhere we go, haters wanna know
How we make that dough, pimpin' all them hoes
Everywhere we go, haters wanna know
How we make that dough, pimpin' all them hoes

I believe in makin cheddar
I believe it makes things a whole lot better
All you gotta do is keep your head up, chase that paper
Easy as accomplished, when you wake up, wake your lazy ass
Go make that cash, make it like I do, you just can't flash
Hustlin' from state to state, movin' weight
With a larger appetite, to steal off your plate
I got the groove to execute you, which is half-baked
What a stupid mistake, now you gon' break
Just like I broke your bitch on the first date
You wastin' my time, so get out my way
Cause as you know, time is money

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