Lyrics:
chain and my rosy are presents (yeah)
I'm havin' my way with some peasants (yeah)
I told my jeweler, "Baguette it"
Got my bitch on a lil' codeine,
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
headaches
Shut tha flip up an just nob ona cob
Dress in all black like I'm bout to go rob
All got our rolls so stay in yo lane
Catching new money an catching
hittas
If it go down
They all bout to die
If I call one
They all gone slide
Live by the code never switch on my guys
You pop you a pill to go rob a guy ,
I
got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though
to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfuckers try to do it
'cause I got somethin for they stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they stinkin ass.
My
before, but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine
[Lil' Rob]
And basically that's what I think
All these fucking fools can
think I'm 'lluminati 'cause of my profits
Pull up in Poltergeist (skrr)
You had a nigga that's poppin' bitch you got nothin'
Bitch, you ain't do it
Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I love a bitch
Why would I trust
feel 'bout that?
Slow-ass rappers can't follow me
Bitch, I'm a fighter, Apollo Creed
Your man's got robbed, it was probably me
I party hard, pop
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
Nobody fuck with me 'cause a nigga ain't got it
But I got everything most people can't stop it
Tryna go online like Tidal
Tryna make more sense than
lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck
anything
I got alot blessings
That's what faith brings
You can't rob the man,
No stop it,
You can't rob the man,
No stop it,
You can't rob the man,
just
to church (no, no)
I admit it, admit it (I)
I admit it, I did it (I)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it
I admit I got so many flaws
got it popping like I got it I get dollars
More more more profits I deposit I can see my ops they watching
Whoa whoa whoa they plotting trying to rob me
I was a thumper nigga
My lil hitta doing 4 he caught a gun charge
Rolling bumpkin backwoods they outta bush park
Position yourself, it's timing
I can't leave the house
Without my muhf******
Skrap nigga
Every slime
Ain't my kind
I d'ont need ya dap lil nigga
Got some real killas
That'll
lean like I'm Clark
Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park
You niggas from Mars, you ain't got no heart
I know lil one gon come with that A and that
growth spurt hit (it don't matter 'bout the size)
I'ma be captain, and I was around 2010, no cap ('cause you're here, right?)
I got "Freshman Player
took my heart and they stepped on it (wow)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself, homie (huh)
These fuck niggas made me sick, they got me nauseous (ugh)
the menace" (Okay)
I be like, "No, lil' bitch" (No, lil' bitch)
Suck on it slow, lil' bitch (Suck on it slow)
Fuck on the floor, lil' bitch (Fuck
rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who the fuck want Them problems
Whip
In the kitchen
get killed
She just turned 18 but Lil momma bout it
She been stripping since a teeny bopper and she got it
She was raided by some real ones
Watch yo
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