文本歌词

Look I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now not now but right now
Yea yea ch-ch-yea
Look lo-lo look
Look lo-lo look
Look look
It's no love for the other side f**k all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side i pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a ni**a brought grey plaques in
So if i spray mac-10s Bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich b**ch ballin just a hobby for me
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So f**k what you heard we don't love them hoes heeyyy
Do the damn thang do the damn thang
A ni**a might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that do the damn thang money heeyy
Do the damn thang do the damn thang
My phone is tapped and so is my livin room
We can't hide the money here we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
On that Remy Martin ni**a matta fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin 15 got six clips
Pilsbury ni**a got a lotta dough
Call me bossan george got a lotta hoes
They place orders so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell I do the damn thang
You waitin instead of participatin with them boys
You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys
I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys
I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that sh*t
They see a ni**a stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick
Cuz I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good b**ch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
And get ridda that sh*t spitta get wit her sh*t gitter
Sit wit her hit spitter that don't b**ch chitter
My style fit wit her
I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When i'm in the six with her
So i'm in a mix with her
Fourty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherf**ker
But a ni**a try then he gon die in this motherf**ker