Lyrics:
hear that over by the bar?)
'Bout to rhyme, one time, one time (can y'all hear that?)
(Tell 'em, jack)
If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't
too clouded
I can not hear you my weed is too loud
Got that life in my Canada dry
I hit a new plateau, I think I'm the one
No, I can never calm down
ay whoa
I remember rockin' sketchers
Mama barely even paid the bills
I remember far fetched dreams and man I made 'em real
I remember ta ta's
Them
don't play about my money
If it's a problem, come see me
Otherwise go sit down, dummy
Aye
Baby ain't know I was bad news
I'm a big boy, big attitude
Don't
it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble
proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you'll be
Feat. Big Tymers, Mickey
(Mack 10)
What?
(Baby)
Hmm-hmm
(Mack 10)
You reday to tell `em
(Baby)
Listen tell `em about you fresh
Hook
advised you not to play
556 and 308 rip up they block, then you get paid
New four-five Glock like Jump Out shake, that JOG, I'm Jump Out Gang
We break
got shot by they own
AI cross got 'em shook, huh (AI cross got 'em shook)
Workin' out with the big dogs
With the weight, now watch me cook, huh
Top
going down
(It's going down)
Shoot em down
(Yuh)
With the fifty rounds
(With the fifty rounds)
Run the town
(Huh)
Fawsm got that bounce
(Got that bounce)
on my lid
Now, he wanna ask me how it feel 'cause they say I'm that bitch
Let me slow it down, I make 'em move with it (move with it)
Do what it do
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
yo bitch you cant save her
Turn that boy to a lick finesse em out his paper
Red beam on his head bullets come you cant shake em
Ay, Ice on my neck new
on em
Little Person But a big deal
Skip the scooter got big wheels
No Fries I love Big Meals
So cold I got big chills
Getting money call us Big bills
a few, shake no one's hand, live by the oath
Y'all confused, they told him rare, I tie the ropes
Walked in the shoes, they won't remand if I get smoked
'bout time
Knock him out they gon' be bloggin' him right now (brr)
Big worm bitch I send a drive by
Come out the house, know we posted at night time
they body ain't nothin but a scheme
Can't knock y'all hustle we all out for 1 thing
Ferg and Fame doin big thangs
We them big dawgs, tell em Fame
Listen
All your friends are leavin'
Swoop down on it, swoop down on it
Birthday suit, that's your new style on it
Birthday coupe that's a new 500
You're
got bars like criminal now
Think 'cause I got kids, I'm simmerin' down?
Onslaught of records, I'm bringin' 'em out
I heard all the subliminals
But
zero's and round it up (yeah)
I'm chasin a check is you down or what (whoa)
I'm thumbin' through bills I love how it feels (yeah)
Can never get sick
to me
I'm draped down in Givenchy
I just put blue guts in the 'Rari
Rich niggas on the intersection, I'm sorry
Bust down watch and shades by Bvlgari
catch our flow
A group of kids so original
Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack
wish that I can go back
No bills, no kids, just getting tore back
I want a wife, I love women
How could I front like I don't be in love wit' 'em
her with the game, so she could shake those lames
And try to take her change, I told her make yo' name
And turn the tables on 'em, I call her DJ
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