Lyrics:
big boy plays
The type you can't even talk on phones
(I swear)
Knock on wood or we gon' get indicted
Gate with the code, big fence
I'm just living
around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For
fucked your wife and
We put them bitches to sleep
Ain't gon' say your government
I'ma call him by Ricky G now Ricky G
He had a cousin named Yella
With
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
people fold
I was raised by some gangstas, I still stick by the code
Got to hustle on the daily can’t survive being broke
And I’m always chase the bag
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
Take couple g's and we float on the lake
Leaving this bitch like we going to space
Getting these checks and we go to the bank
And I'm getting these
Pick up the phone call up the line
Call up the request line
Call up the line
Call up the request line
Nana nana nananana na na nana nana
So
check these bitches broke the code
Like fuck the sex just want the knowledge
Be like take my soul
Swear that love be like a coin
But all I want is head
I
on the phone cause I deal with the thugs
Drugs? never
No, the Ice is too clever
I'm overseas
Checkin G's
Nigga please
Ballin' since the 70's - yeah baby
Ocean, Ocean, Ocean, G
Mann my phone thirsty rang rang
My phone thirsty rang rang
I got 2 phones that's the same thang
Bad Bitch she my new thang
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
cheat code
Sawed off shotty chop ya body then reload
Thought I was good off lil shawty but I'm back on the hoes
And you ain't Neva been a g
Just check ya
and flee
Fuck you and your boys, yeah we certified g'z
Cuz I all ever wanted
Cuz I all ever wanted
Cuz I all ever wanted
Count up, count up, count up, count
health check up from code grey
I work for God orientation manual personally handed by Ye
Here's a message to my saint
Angel hands of ice aligned
the top down and you're cruising wit your lady)
To get paid, I go bezerk
I know my worth so (let's go)
I ain't stoppin til they cut a check
I ain't stoppin
how poverty is this world is a mess
Gotta keep it cool and lay it low cause where I'm from, they gotta do a G check
What They May Not Know is, I'm cool
the code
And if you miss it, I might run up with the throne
Need no trap phone, I move on the low
On a trap record, sound like I'm Woah
Need no trap phone, I
my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas
what you like
Us, its just us,
Turnin off my phone tonite girl
Crush, on you, crushin you tonite.
warren g verse 1:
Every now and then I feel a little
scale
Money counter and a few big bails
Glass pyrex in a pot up on a stove
Burner phone full of a lot of trap codes
We fed the whole conglomerate
When we
On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
G’d up, what you think this is?
Put your feet up, this the fast
Life mama speed up
Pop the cork, roll the weed up
[Rae & Christian]
You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get
Once again
Live on Grand Central
Next stop - Grand Central
[Mike G
[Rae & Christian]
You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get
Once again
Live on Grand Central
Next stop - Grand Central
[Mike G
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