Lyrics:
before I close on you
Money, money growin' real long
My low key game supa dupa strong
Its a million reasons why, why
You, you, you should be by my side
wave
But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E
Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E
(Ay, ay) Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss
It's alright, you heard?, It's alright, holla
right here for the real street niggas
You a real street nigga
Linking up with ya talkin' chicken talk with a nigga
If you a street nigga you can make it
Singing me praises, I lit the corners up
It sounded like Vietnam screaming out Q Vietnam the loudest
"Homie them dudes is scared you gon' spray 'em, word
take that loss with ya
They need to stay on they q's & p's when I got that ball pitchin'
I hang with bosses
Some real bosses
If ion pick up bitch don't
girl, you is real
I'd hit it if not for the add on's
I make this shit, basically
Can't yet afford classic samples
Watch me, twisting
Bitch I keep
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon hate
Pound of the kush call that bitch pound cake
I hit it from the back
And make that
Lately, I can’t you feel you, but
Lately, I can’t feel shit
And if you ever cared to
You’d learn that I do real shit
You been a lot to deal with
I
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
to chasing blues
And I ain't talking muddy waters
I'm talking about bal harbor make you wanna ball harder
Ball Harder
Ball Harder yeah
Ball harder
Ball harder
fronting, and I don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show
You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone
Crazy air freshener,
fronting, and I don't care if you know
The backseat of my car is like a disco show
You would think I was a good friend of Al Capone
Crazy air freshener,
[Q-Tip]
For real though who really got sent
Flown on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
Bird chest niggas with you (wondrous
a little taste
Leave you numb feeling in the face
I'll pass if that pint ain't sealed
I'll make your weekend hell
XX know that we gon' die for
This
Exactly what I do the world calls me Q
But my letter don't work unless
It's followed by a "U"
You, will never find love in the club
No, neither will I too
I'm 8 ball it's pool
Sleeping on us you could tell by the drool
Stick to the principle know that's fasho
If you ain't with me then you gotta go
Niggas
after God yo
Everyday i ball
Imma ball till I drop
I been on my A game lots of L's I dealt with
Now I got more tricks than a matrix
Q got the cue
Q got
Always seeing green
50 Shades of Green
I'm living the Dream
50 Shades of Green
Smoke a P every week always seeing green
Q's and P's half a P, 50
Ain't no breaking me down, bitch I'm breaking the banks
And ain't no holding me down, even if you holding the shanks
I'm controlling the time, nigga
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