Lyrics:
There aren’t a lot of things Joe hasn’t done.
He forgot the difference between right and wrong.
Judy expected too much from him.
So one day all she
Heard the O.G. snitchin, say it ain't so!
If we sold outta product, gotta make more
Got some young, hungry niggas on the payroll
Wit my bad bitch,
drive by
You ain't getting cash then so why lie then?
Drip ain't foolin' no one, nice try
Watch on my wrist saying
Look on the brightside
And we don't
Everybody, Big Rob one more time, come on
Thank you so much, my name is Kevin Jonas
Thank you for having me tonight
One last time, my name is Nick Jonas,
doing
That's all
Go on with the fire
Because I only play with fire
Weed take me higher
Lean like Mariah
Lean back Fat joe
Go back Fatso
Fuck with a fat
(almost lost it)
So much jealousy and envy, gotta be cautious (gotta be cautious)
I made some M's and I surrounded myself with bosses (bosses)
Had too
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
a blouse
Kick styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles
Skins when I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv
I'm gettin G's, no more time for the line
You're gonna move to my beat, it sound so sweet
Because it's all of you I do adore
And I got so much and more in store
Cause all through the day,
man, uh
(look at that dog, man, give me one of them)
Jimmy joe go'n bring out here 2 open the show {crowd boos}
Jimmy, come on out here and give us some
more tricks than a Hunts Point ho
Search for beats with my man called Show
Then I shoot the gift with my man Fat Joe
I put hits together just like
to Dubai, to Japan, to the UK
Yeah, couple more shots of the D'usse
Hop on the lear
Lemme take you to a new place
Ooh, so much sunshine
Let's head down
a bouquet
Fly you to Dubai, to Japan, to the U.K.
Yeah, couple more shots of the D'usse
Hop on the lear, lemme take you to a new place
Ooh, so much sunshine
so much fucking pressure, but I'll swim through like I'm Phelps Man, I'll do this with no help, fuck you talkin' bout a shelf
I ain't signing to no
much money I got racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Bitch so much money my shit stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks
You see me
and the vandals
Yo I'm the one more souped up than Campbells
Why? Cause I got the gats good and plenty
For the 1-2-2 you and the 120
So go and bring your crew
just like Sonny
Agnes my baby but that be my mommy
She love me so much so she call me papi
I'm so lit burnt myself now I'm Zuko
I was just in the kitchen
black tick, uh-huh
Next to come in was a little black tick, uh-huh
Next to come in was a little black tick
She ate so much she made us sick, uh-huh.
crack, since fat joe made em lean back
I'm running up the score for sure, if they want war nigga
I'm God's machine, what you thinking I'm built for
Man, I
trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you
Everything just feels so damn dope
That's me keeping it real in the studio
Thinking about shooting a video
Days of the CDs,yo
Nights of the DVD shows
A pity
Wassup man, what you want?
Ay, man, let me get a eighth, man
You want a eighth?
You want that fat eighth or a little eighth?
How much money you
so much
That I'ma call her anyway, and say
Fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had
I say fuck that
do I have in your brainy?
I'mma talk my shit, you just keep on hating
Cuz I need it and I love it, I thrive so much off of it
You hate me cuz you love
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