Lyrics:
Sump gettin money i thought you knew
One thing bout these hoes i take em by the 2
One thing bout a opp we take em by a group
Giuseppe's on my feet
the Civic sellin mad weight
Outta state and shit, I can't wait til this record shit is straight
So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone
girlie hangin by the chocha
Hangin and we're swingin it
I think she like the way I came this year
Oh what a cha cha, I mean what a muchacha
Dancin
I just wanna fuck bad bitches
All them nights I never had bitches
Now I'm all up in that ass bitches
Mad at your boyfriend, ain't 'cha?
You'se
nose
I'm goals (goals)
Take a shot, from the grassy knoll
I can school you with the Drako
This ain't Degrassi, though
Under siege feel like Waco
When I was young we were dirt poor
That made my moms and pops work more
We aint know much about the women work force
Now Im tryna make the government
I'm off the streets now, I ain't gottah sell rocks. But the game ain't
changed, the ghetto's in my veins, you could tell...by my muthafuckin' name,
I
forever chase a bag
The fuck I look like sitting on my ass
Yeah
When you lit you can't help but just make em mad
Fuck the hate i rather pull up in a jag
Ah
Raised by my momma, yup
Play for Toronto son
Got game, so from the ladies
Get a lot of love
I aint tryna brag, I aint gassed
Nope, not at all, hot
would call me someday
If you want you can give me yours too
And if you don't I ain't mad at'cha
We can still be cool cause
I'm not trying
Hollywood
You chasing degrees
Never gon' knock yo shit just don't get mad when I say that aint me
Workin on giving you the world, but for what? I know you
thing to stay raw
so it ain't no stuffin wit me
Gotta get all mine 'cause it ain't no time
I'm all about that cash, we green
Pick you up and ride out,
hating (They mad!)
These lil boys say they made me, but I don’t see y’all, where ya at? (I ain’t found you!)
You can find me bag full of cash (Money!)
put yo faith inside Obama
And look at where that gotcha
Been through hell and high agua
Only made it cause of Abba
Dancing with death
I ain't know you
dogs
Lil bitch ain't even got entry
No joking, no joking
Mask all of my feelings I'm coping
Hung the haters by throat they floating
If I don't like you
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
well, what's up? tell me what'cha wanna do
Boy, it ain't no time for you to be actin shy
I know you like what you see, and baby so do I
(PRE-CHORUS)
would call me someday
If you want you can give me yours too
And if you don't I ain't mad at'cha
We can still be cool cause
I'm not trying
and sent a memo from
a Cuban kid named Sallio
selled mad pulito
Coppin 'bout four bricks then I called Nino
Meet me at the airport, feds is on the stalk
crank
Like hmmm
Wait. Is you mad?
Cause I just took your girl when you ain't do nothing but brag
Is he mad?
Wait. Is he mad?
Work on your timing
If
to do is say my name
My name
Caution we all take losses
Why get mad baby
Why get nauseous
Been threw lot
Call it trial by fire
Cause you ain't really
That you pulled a bag off a Nigga
But don't Cardi me
Cuz I been known to dead me a Nigga
Unload my lead
Smith and Wess me a nigga
And naw girl
I ain't
you'll be buried and dead
I can't be like that, the only thing you fear
Homeboy you can't see it but you know it's there
It's called tomorrow, what'cha
I'm corey
I ain't gotta post for shit nigga know these plays swarm me
So much cash in my pocket by my thigh part that shit warm me
Off the drink ima
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