Lyrics:
Butta's still here
No doubt I'm thankful mommy
Life's beautiful
I'm laying back like a cuticle (whoo!)
Past behind me, present look pleasant
Future
Butta's still here
No doubt I'm thankful Mommy
Life's beautiful
I'm laying back like a cuticle (Whoo!)
Past behind me, present look pleasant
Future
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
playing to win, and survive is the game
I'm strugglin'
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids (yeah, uh)
Still don't nothin' move but the money (I'm
K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G
Drunk in this bitch, get drunk in this bitch, get drunk in this bitch (let's go)
(eh),
K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K
games in it
Thirty thousand dollar Rolex with Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man, this
type?
Don't get me wrong
You still gotta look cool to me
Bitch, do I look like your type?
Damn, I was wrong how could I stoop so low?
Come on, pull up in
nigga was ballin had them hoop dreams
And even though I ain't still hooping I be shooting things
Stay up in the field with the steel always on my d
If you
ni**as scope why these ni**as broke
But I'm gone give em hope I got the game by the throat
Where I'm from that money we call it cho
Bank roll after
the man when I land
Where I’ve been’s a sight to see but I ain’t get it on cam
She A text me can we link
I fit her her in my plans
Then I send OT dubb
to shoot
I just wanna count this damn cash
I just want my loot
Only thing that I gotta do
Is stay up in this booth
Shawty said she wanna f**k with me
She
be on you
If you signed up married the game betta be loyal
You passed and you still in the field get you a lawyer
If yo name on paperwork don't bring
to the cash
Streets in a smash
Bad bitch
She a freak
I'm a smash
If they hoe act green
I'm a pass
Good love enjoy
Fucking up a ticket
Might get a ticket
By
We don't play no (games, games main),
We came here to (bang,)
Give it up, (Give it up) Give it up *(Give it up for my) people hey yay yeah
(hellle
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
rib-eye steaks in the hood now
Surround myself with sticks like I live in the woods now
No more playing mechanic I put the hood down
Yeah the gang a dubb
side, now I'm in another zone
Switch flows, fuck 'em up
Play the game, run 'em up
Yeah I sold a couple records but people don't give a fuck
All
pilot heights I hit
50k thats not rich, 60k thats not rich, 80k thats not rich, 100k thousand...
Hold up give me that yo
Flip those thousands still
the game like three at the buzzer
Harder than the prison wall
Hitting y'all all
Up in critical condition it's official
When my clique involved
Listen y'all,
at
Brooklyn beef! Who want that?
I grew up in the thoroughest borough - B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K.
Gav was the first dude with the C.L.K
A rapper? I'm an artist
I just rap for fun but
Still do it the hardest
How I started was a baby given
Birth to by the Carters
2Pac, Biggie, Nas, Rakim my
need a poo
Pull up with a star, and I got stars in the ceilin', too
7K a month on the rent, you should see the view
I wish Billy could see it too,
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
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