Lyrics:
is none of ya business
I dont really give a fuck about none of yu bitches
Y'all be talkin this and that but ain't gettin no riches
Stay up out my way
a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact fuck you, don't need you in my life
You done did so much wrong I hope you get it right
But not at my
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
Two of 'em
(XO think he all that)
Didn't nobody root for me
Now they reposting me
Bad bitches open the door for me (chauffer me)
Talkin' 'bout
you dig, your bitch is an option
Put that watch in the fridge 'cause it's drippin', gettin' sloppy
When it's too much traffic gotta get a helicopter
and your niggas go down) (Grah)
I hope you know who you dealing with 'cause I got too much money to give a shit
I ain't gettin' into it over a bitch, I ain't
Biggie, like Biggie I'm talkin' 'bout""Gimme the Loot""
Loopy like fruit
Loopy like dizza
Lupita Nyong'o just got a lil' richer
Love for the customs that's
turnin' civil
Shoot this bitch like I'm Kobe, I ain't talkin' Bristol
Screamin' free my big brother, nigga, fuck judicial
Bitch they call me 5K on your
Liu
Talkin' ten out of ten then you times it by two
I can't just be chasin' tail like it's somethin' to do, man
I need me a pengers lookin' leng like
I'll break a bitch
Make her pay the whole meter
Suckers, all they rap about is weed
It get deeper
Let's talk about your dead homies
Too much bread on me
that"
Man, it's Riff Raff 30k or better when I touch stage
Girl, I crush the stage, rich kids bum-rush the stage
Broke whores get rich too, trade-in
Don't give a fuck anymore
She on too much crack
I'm too lazy to bring this shit back
Lot of bitches don't want me cause no fucking snack
Yeah, gave some
much friction)
They said it was love, but I couldn't see it, I was too blinded by the hatred
We was on bad terms so you think I'm speakin' on you
gon take me deeper
Put my heart up in her freezer
She give me a fever
Got me sipping by the liter
Sip too much and have a seizure
She the real grim
on the barbershop doors
Entourage, security galore
When was the last time
You rolled by yourself, superstar?
Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart
I'm awakened
I pass it to no one
Ya
More together
Written by TRAMAYNE Tman Hudson
Produced by 6ix
We can do much more together
We can do much
provided by homie sweet
I hope he make it selling clothes
Cause these niggaz never want what's best for you until the casket close
But it's never too late
shouldna hated on me dog
If I call it talkin, you should be sayin it to me dog
I keep in so much debt, you look up on me
on the hill is where you find me
How many o' you nice folks think I knows what I's talkin' 'bout? RAISE Y'HAIN UP! Uh-huh! An' how many thinks my potato been bakin' too long? RAISE YO
to this day I got too much pride to regret it
An I made so many mistakes
While im sipping this liquid
I know that she'll never forget it
No I dont think
can't hold me
And I show my face in a case so you know it's me
Imitation isn't flattery, it's just annoyin' me
And I'm too about it
And the dirt that
ships to shoes
But it weighed too much and it looked too
Good to spend
So round about sixteen hundred and ninety
Somebody started usin' foldin' money
10k now I record with ease
Inflation won't do it for free
Can't pay me in exposure
Nope
If you book me pay the fee
Been at the bottom too long
Now I
never too much
Got three K's, ridin with me like the Ku Klux
That's the AK with a bag full of cash and Khalifa Kush
I'm the big bad wolf, blew his house
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