Lyrics:
about my reputation
Across the nation, "Mr. I get around"
My temptation got me drippin' wet, perspiration
I'm activated by the moves you makin'
Baby,
the sky
Should of been to jail with a dozen fines
I'm bless fortified, playing pin the tail to make it by
Screamin’ fuck the feds till I die representin’
her man name was Pimp Daddy Hustler Stack Money
A big time drug dealer from around the way
Slingin' rocks, makin' G's everyday
He drove a big fat
a towel on the floor by the two inch gap under the door
Now they can't see me any more.
Check the locks so they can't clock, but they can listen.
There'll
All I give is good dick nothing else really
That’s on my name
Crazy Rich Asians
Tagalog & Chainz
Yeah
Opps get the smoke
5.0 swim good I’m Fresh Off
blowin'
Pourin' this D'ucé in these two cups
Sippin', killin' these niggas like I'm
Jimmy from the Ku-Klux
Yeah, I'm makin' money now, I'm on tour
These
survive
II Tru put it down, yeah, we gon keep bringin' it 1996 Mo Thugs
Ghetto Bluez has got me down foe the the last time[X:2]
Ghetto Bluez has got me
(Only rule)
Live by my Code you might see me in Gion (Gion)
Don't be dependent on peons (Peons)
Stay by the facts and what we on (We on)
In a two seater
Christian's
The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission
Slick taste of lace, I done smacked New York City
The four-fifty went poppin' when he
my heaven. Live life don't regret it
You bet your 2 Chainz it's no lie if I said it
Fucked up my credit then fixed it then fucked it
Get highed up
We young and paper chasing
Borough is money making
Trendsetting Aura
Trips to different places
We on a mission
To get that paper
To what?
To get that
Wiggy-Wiggy, Wobble
Wiggy-Wiggy, Wiggy-Wiggy, Wobble
Wiggy-Wiggy, Wiggy-Wiggy, Whoa-whoa
Shes a SuperFreak
Like Jeezy and 2-Chainz, Yeah
Body-Cold, All-Real
Wiggy-Wiggy, Wiggy-Wiggy, Wobble
Wiggy-Wiggy, Wiggy-Wiggy, Whoa-whoa
Shes a SuperFreak
Like Jeezy and 2-Chainz, Yeah
Body-Cold, All-Real
Wit a nice,
with X, the Cali kush was makin' her cough
She must hate wearin' her clothes, she keeps takin 'em off
At the Palms Hotel on a Friday night
Attack each
Wrist and My Ice and My Chain like
"Damn K07 How They Know By The Name!"
Tatted On My Face So These Bigots Know The Name
Tatted On My Face So
Gotta get my money right
Gotta get my
Gotta get my money right
Give a fuck what you doin' tonight
Makin' sure my paper right
Gotta feed my appetite
and fashion do it like the OGs from Old National nigga,
Like 2 Chainz would do spread the cash ya bish you,
Remember where you came from & how you were crafted,
on demand
From da Souf no point 2 prove grew up in a gangland
Ion compete nun of you niggas ion need no new friends
I can see da double cross threw these
man they wanna see me on the floor
I got frenemies, couldn't even tell you who they are
If you're not driven by the mission, you'll be driven by
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
thing with my boo thing (Skrrt)
I’m top of the food chain nigga you lame
I speak facts like 2 Chainz that’s a true thing (Truue!)
And I’m kicking shit
sleep
Runnin' that track like Usain, huh
Straight from the trap like 2 Chainz, huh
Yeah, I kick it like Liu Kang, huh
Brand new whip like Bruce
a motherf***in' plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cause it's cursed
Makin' money
I'm a dreadhead all my niggas rich as fuck
I feel like Two Chainz
Forever like Vannah and King James
Baby suckin' my dick like a sugar cane
You I'm
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