Lyrics:
put the work on him
(Are you in the mafia?)
I just left out of Saks
Now I'm draggin' bags
(Now I'm draggin' bags)
She got a Hellcat pussy 'cause I came
H-h-hadouken
D-d-dj Daddykat on the mix
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (we got that Dezzy drip 'fore I paid the rent)
Yeah, uh
We fly, lit
Cause they be hatin' anyway
They mad when I tell ya (baby girl I got you) ha
It's just me and you against the world
Baby girl I know you got my back
I ain't never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy Lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just
You play? We playin'
Drive by on the way that waving
New five, that's how we playin'
We have wave, I'm just saying
What you sayin'? What I'm sayin?
You play? We playin'
Drive by on the way that waving
New five, that's how we playin'
We have wave, I'm just saying
What you sayin'? What I'm sayin?
get-away
I hid away in the backstreets
Couldn't let the police jack me
Gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low
I got that ya yo movin' by the pound so
When
loungin with his brother
Everybody strapped with a vest and a rubber
Just in case somebody's girl got hot
But she was bagged and ragged in the club by a big
drive-bys
When we come bend the curb
You say it's smoke, we tryna make you choke
We pull up in a hurry
If I tell him to, I bet he shoot
Just like he
be changed
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
Forever be changed, forever be changed
Just watch where you're goin'
And this food
Just started a label, you do what I say so
Beat hitting by C'eon, we living like paid hoes
I don't really want nobody
Until it's time to want somebody
drunk
I remember that free lunch wasn't shooting, we would jump stones
Niggas like the end of the blunt, traps load up
I told papi I got him by the end
seat trunk it
If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin it
Then you'll get a beatin just like an egg
It's so hard to run when you got a broken leg
wealth and out for self, won't work
Find yourself tucked and surrounded by dirt
In a verse I show the whole earth my work
It got to get better because
paid and count money
Riding thru the city wit the windows down I just wanna feel something everything good but you still not around so it all means
Break it up, grind it down
Pack it up so we can start this round
I'm getting high so if you hear that sound
That's just my bong lifting me right up
trippin bitch I'm still paid
I was serving dimes
Got it off the line
Leanin by the case you only off a line
I be sippin blood I be sippin slime
This
the hood, never been a dope boy, I was just Trey
I was lookin' for the truth, though
Streets came with a loop whole
Now I live by a new code
Proverbs 22:4
built my house sittin' calm by a lake just for you to tear it down, I know that you hate
We ain't workin' no minimum wage
How the fuck you hatin', if you
Late nights chilling by the window
Window
Moonlight dripping, got the skin glow
Skin glow
All in my thoughts and my memories
Memories
Late nights
to feed ya
I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you
Verse 3 (Mercedes)
Who took care of the situation when you got
the fuck you recordin' for, Nick Jr?
(The game ain't changed) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville (yep),
They know they is surrounded by all of this competition
Let me show theses boy how to get it in
I just go do it for money you should go do it for money
cnd every term and how the flip gets
Paid for by profits when your clocking steady business
Structure is the key
You keep it organized you'll see
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