Lyrics:
spill it all over the place
(Hold up, watch my shoes, I'm gettin' plenty money, how 'bout you?)
Baby, we throw so much bread to the point I'm exhausted
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn
It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin'
It's Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen
I
chea
Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now?
Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute
Just gimme
chea
Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now?
Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute
Just gimme
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
had it all
Blue heels blue eyes single coolest girl I'll ever know
Single ain't about her, or is it you'll never know
Like Lil is still the realest in
you could be this thick Mrs. Incredible
In the words of Gucci I just wanna crash
Handing me them L's I'm okay with being Ash
What's up wagwan what it do
bread nigga
Hey, I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let
a part of it, at least you got to witness
Bitches
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin'
and stayed by my
side,(by my side) what really hurt me is I broke your heart, baby you
a good girl and I had no right, I really wanna make things right, cause
just be rookie, best believe I'm in the field catchin' balls like I'm Waldo
And y'all boys wanna smoke, so I give you all the bottles
She taught me real
stop this boy
I don't wanna see you rapping in this house no more
My goons were sitting around watching me spitting
They delirious to the plenty things I
And your expensive misinventions
Disguising your intentions
Don't worship my hurt feelings, Mr. Intentional
Oh, oh oh oh
See I know you can't help me,
the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by C's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr. Sancho]
as we walked up in
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
suck it up
Lil mama, is you finna fuck or what?
Cuz I gotta run it up
It's GTB and Add The G, no wonder why you fuck with us
RNGM getting motion and I
One more war took place
You can call me the shit started, or call me Mr. Scarface
Damn, check this shit out
Later on, all alone, you know what
Slidin' with that mop stick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin'
feel the real touch
Find a real Mrs. 'til the fog is gone
With God as my witness, I'ma sober up
I'ma sober up
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal
walks through the door
Ooh I hope he notices
And when he looks me in the eye
Gotta have a beat now
That's why I'm countin' on you
Please Mr. Mambo
Damn Dom you did this shit?
I say they wanna live like us
I swear to god these niggas wanna live... yeah
Lifestyle nigga
Aye
I'm the Tequila not
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
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