• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• White Girl (remix) - U.s.d.a.
• White Girl - U.s.d.a.
• Where Ya Panties At - U.s.d.a.
• Throw This Money - U.s.d.a.
• The Lick - U.s.d.a.
• Respect Da Shield - U.s.d.a.
• Quickie - U.s.d.a.
• Pam - U.s.d.a.
• Outta Here - U.s.d.a.
• Off Safety - U.s.d.a.
• Live My Life - U.s.d.a.
• I Keep Tellin' Myself - U.s.d.a.
• Go Getta (remix) - U.s.d.a.
• Go Dumb - U.s.d.a.
• Get It Up - U.s.d.a.
• Gangsta Shit - U.s.d.a.
• Focus - U.s.d.a.
• Cte Or Nothing - U.s.d.a.
• Count It Up - U.s.d.a.
• Corporate Thuggin' - U.s.d.a.
• Check - U.s.d.a.
• Bandanna - U.s.d.a.
• All About Money - U.s.d.a.

[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Know We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
[Young Jeezy:]
Louis Vuitton Doin Nuthing But Wrong
The Bricks That Came From Panama
I Shipped 16 To Arkansas
And Sent The Rest To Witchitaw
Meet Us For The Fever Then
Goin Down In Cleveland
Yea I Put My Tax On It, If U Don't Want It Leave It Then
Niggas Cryin Bout The Drought,
'Cause I'm Out Doin Shows
87-32 Nigga I Rocks My Own Clothes
I'm Riding Marcielargo,
I'm Parked At Guillardo
I Got That Off White Gold, Nelly Furtado
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got That White Girl, That Lindsay Lohan
And All U Got 2 Do Is Ask Lindsay Lohan
And If U Like That Blow, Then Well I Blow Minez
So Come N Get This Blow, And Then U Blow Minez
N Then U Blow His, N Then U Blow His
I'm Fresh Out Of Christina But I Got That Britney Spears
Ya Digg,
I Got That White Lady, So I'm Drivin Miss Daisy
N 2 Grand Flag, Get Ya Fo N Tha Baby
[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Know We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
[Fabolous:]
U Kno I Keep That Wite Girl, Lindsay Lohan
17.5 If Ya Friends A Snowman
Bringin Straight Cash For Them Benzez No Plan
N U Kno These Diamond Cardie Lenses 4 Grand
Fab 4 Grand, I Ain't Studder Man
Less U Hear Me Bangin Street Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Ain't Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, It's Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
Order Up The Set, We Gon Bring It Right 2 Ya
Money On My Mind Like A Fuckin Brain Tumor
Play Wit The Bag The Whole Brook Comin 2 Ya(Brooklyn!)
Rookie Of The Year 'Cause, The Playz I Make
Ordered Seven N A Half, I Tossed Em A Cool Eight(4real)
N Eventhou I'm On The 2 I'm Still Twerkin Fo
Catch Me In The Kitchen Wit That Marilyn Monroe
[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Know We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
[Blood Raw:]
I Came In The Game On Some White Girl Shit
So Y Should The Fuck Should I Change From Talkin White Girl Shit
Yea I Love My Bitch,
U Should See Her In The Water
Yea She Does Her Shit
Say The Feds Still Watchin,
Well I'm a Give Em Somethin
Check Billboards, Numba 1 Album In The Country
The Radio Ban, The Snow Video Play
Guess Wat Fuck Niggas We Still Talkin Game
[Rick Ross:]
We Keep That White Girl, Like To Call Her Tamie
Born In Columbia, She Moved To Miami
Hilary Clinton, She My Bestfriend
Even Cosigned For That New White Benz
Yea I'm Stickin 2 Tha Script, The Strippers Take A Vouch
Fuck Ya I.Q., 'Cause Ya Brain In Ya Mouth
Shoes On The Beamer, Niggas Call Her Trina
I Bak That Ass Up On The Screen, I Can See Ya
[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Know We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop

I Said Yeah Niggaaa...
This Usda Right Here Homie
You Know We Back Muh Fucker
Mr. 17 5 I Tried TO Tell Em Home
Slick Pulla, Blood Raw
When This Shit Come On In The Club Nigga All The Real Niggas Lose A Nigga Now The Bad Bitches Know What It Is Homie...
[Chorus: Jeezy]
You Know We Keep That White Girl (Christina Aguilera)
My Jewlery To Loud baby girl I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Is The Topic
They Know We Run The Streets Man Them Boys Best Stop It
You Know We Keep That White Girl (Christina Aguilera)
My Jewlery TO Loud Home Boy I Can't Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Is The Topic
They Know We Run The Streets Man Them Boys Best Stop It
[Jeezy:]
Freash White T In My All White Caddy
Yea She Your Girl But She Call Me Daddy
Smokin Nothin But The Best You Could Call This Cali
Half A Brick On The Seat You Could Call That Sally
A Lil Paranoid You Could Call Me Crasy
Las Time He Came Through He Spend Bout A Buck Eighty (Damn)
About A Buck Eighty Yeah Ahundred Eighty Thou
Matter Fact Nigga I'm Runnin Through The Change Right Now
[Chorus]
[Slick Pulla:]
Hood Dream Your Boy Slick P
Clean Muscle Car Brand New With The Big Feet
Blowin My Smoke' Pourin Up The Fo'
You Could Tell By The Gear That The Kid Get Dough
62's Jumpin We Call Em Mangos
Got Em Goin For The 12 Yeah We Got Em For The Low
2 Cell Phones My Nextel Metro
Keep My Spot Bunkin
Open Like The 24
[Chorus]
[Blood Raw:]
Yeah Raw Steem Got His Name From The Raw
Not A Stone In This Muh Fuckin Chain Got A Flaw
Yeah I'm Talkin Bout The White Thang
My Niggas In The Projects Yea They On The Same Thang
My Lil Senorita Call Her Spanish Fly
I Know A Couple Zo's So I Holler At My Guys
Say What You Know Bout Them White Blocks
Yeah I'm Talkin Bout The White Squares
Move Them By The Twos So They Goin By The Pairs
[Chorus]

Damn right I'm on my way, we got me driving slow
Big birds, big straps is the only thing I know
If you give it to me now, that don't mean that you a whore
And before I hit the dope, one thing I gotta know
Where your panties at? (What?) Where you panties at? (Where my panties at?)
Where your panties at, bitch? Where you panties at? (Fuck that -hit)
Where your panties at? Where you panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch? Where you panties at?
Where your panties at girl, tell me where your vic is
You know how I be off that gooser off that [?]
Call me Tarzan bitch I'm jumping off the ceiling
Jumped upon that nigger then she ride him like a [?]
Ride it like a [?], ride it like a [?]
I just beat that pussy like I jail broke out of prison
Took her figures off night day on the cellophane
Got that dope dick bitch a thousand milligrams
Girlfriend talking about why she fucking with him?
Lames that you fucking with they ain't fu-king with him
Too fast to the strippers, bitch I might tip them
[?] me for a name, what's her name I can't remember
Where your panties at? (What?) Where you panties at? (Where my panties at?)
Where your panties at, bitch? (Man whatever, -hit) Where you panties at? (Fuck that -hit)
Where your panties at? Where you panties at? (Tell that nigger to call me)
Where your panties at, bitch? Where you panties at?
I say you looking at the [?] of a [?] you ain't know
Just because you threw that pussy that don't mean that you are whore
Always in the club looking for a nigger with some dope
Gotta hooded on my neck I'm guessing -hit they come and go
Hop aboard the coupe end up at the condo
Pull them panties off and knock it out, ready for
Big money heavy weight I'm getting to it any day
Rare stones in my watch looking like some [?]
Catch me in the a, nigger fresh up lyrics more
Shadow movie at the compound and now we ain't come off
So what's coming [?] ceiling there's no telling where her panties at
Threw a bottle stacking to go with me but there handle that
Where your panties at? (Man) Where you panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch? Where you panties at? (Fuck that -hit, man)
Where your panties at? Where you panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch? Where you panties at?
American [?] idea where your panties at
When you make it [?] I see that [?] friendly back
Made in the Central Station, been here down in [?]
[?] heard that you're with the yey wu should know how to act
I gotta push in fast, came bring hard for them rex
Once you get this deep boy dick there no going back, no
Where your panties at, well
I'm your dashboard, and your Lex too
Crushing in a new Porsche, you got a crew, you know the shit game with it
Them boys young too, and Lamborghini bout to been this
She make her ass jumping paws like it's [?] switches
It's going down in this bitch man this is ridiculous
Where your panties at? (Man) Where you panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch? Where you panties at? (Fuck all that shit, man)
Where your panties at? Where you panties at?

[Slick Pulla:]
Slick p, my brim on lean.
MVP, I go hard for the team.
Hoes on scope yeah they keep me on their beams.
They like the way they old school look when it gleam.
Step up in the club pullin stacks out
4 logs in the bottle watch a nigga black out(fo real).
Next thing you know I'm standing on a pile of cash.
Shorty shakin like she got moracas on her ass.
Glacier for a wrist, got a glacier for a chain.
The human chandleir I'm a freeze him off main.
The bread come fast and we quick to let it go.
We throw it in the air and watch them get it on the flo.
[hook: x2]
Gone shake ya ass bitch I'm a throw this money
Gone shake ya ass bitch I'm a throw this money
Gone shake ya ass bitch I'm a throw this money
I'm a throw this money, I'm a throw this money
[Blood Raw:]
U already know, 124
3 the hard way hoes runnin to the flo
Me, young jizzle and the boy slick p
We been gettin money, we been throwin G's
We been ridin chevys, we been sittin high
8732 yeah the boy so fly
Got a chick in carolina, a hoe down in Texas
Went to Alabama got a bitch name alexas
One in D.C., a bitch in Seattle
Real thick red bone she look like Ciara
In the club throwin money, u niggas better cuff it
Whole click draped up u niggas better tuck it
[hook]
[Young Jeezy:]
I say I'm young black and rich, pack a big clip
4-5 on me yeah I'm packin big shit
Just left the projects I scooped up my homies
Brought some stacks with me bitch act like ya know me
Everybody got it yeah the whole crew eatin
Presidential suites now the whole crew freakin
Valade the ride yeah I killed them in the lot
Niggas drivin 62's yeah I killed them with the pot
Breakin down sweets takin shots of patrone
Last night I got drunk couldn't find my way home
Money over bitches yeah kinky told me that'
And death before dishonor nigga meechie told me that wussup

[Young Jeezy:]
Hey it's already set up my nigga, (yeah) all u got to do is be on time, (all ready) handle your business nigga (all ready), you know what it is, CTE or nothing (or nothing nigga)
Got a real bad bitch, just put me down on a lick
Say she know the boys with the bricks
Ain't down to ride when a nigga come right back, ya'll niggas bet not ask me for shit
This what I'm a do, grab my k and gloves, then I'm callin up my cause
Black rag, black mask leave that bitch then I'm headed straight to the club with my red bone friend
Ridin in my brand new benz that will be the SLR
That's a quarter mill, that will be 250 flat that will be the SL car
Back to the lick then let me call up Slick, let him know what it is, what's the play
Tell him call boo then we gon call up 2 let them know today be the day
[211:]
Strap up, mask up, four clip ready, come thru shooting like the intro to Belly
Get away wet, charge em with the hemy fuck that shit ain't shit u can tell me
Chalk it up face that, trap house case that, you can nigga we ain't playing
Nigga where the safe
Never met Batman, but I know robin pull a slick to a 11 in process, pull a snowman to a 11 hop out it.
Put me on game I'm laying down everybody, body, body nigga run that
One wrong move yeah a nigga gun that Smash out, cash out, break it up 4 ways
One way to Vegas, blew it all in 4 days right back broke just fucked up 10 keys, hit up old girl find out that the lick read
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick let's go
[Boo Rossini:]
Lick after lick yeah we split that shit
Arab lick yeah we hit that shit
Amber alert, behind that work, you know how I go when a nigger be hurt
Knock, knock like who is it? Real heart stoppers that'll pay you a visit
Putting that bitch all in your business and this the same bitch that'll give me a kidney
Psycho bitch with the killer pussy go in your pockets when a nigga ain't looking
Chips so hard yo ten for the cookies catch a pussy nigga when them niggas be douching
Sitting there text'n if it's bout them racks
I'm bout them racks like it's income tax
Lost a few partners can't get them back
Pack be short come n get that back, send that back, send that back, send that back bitch I'm gone
Things be short make a nigga run off, if the shit ain't right tell me how I'm wrong
Slide in slide out when sun ride out back to the hide out count it up throw it on the table since the streets fucked up
Zip lock that we gone ounce it up
[Slick Pulla:]
All black suits like the Reservoir dog
If a nigger flinch she gonna get knocked down
Gotta hax out with the back could of howl
Cut his ass up, then howl his ass out
Ten trash bags all filled up with salt
In the dry walls ten pounds of the law, In the floor board found bout a hundred thou', stood back eyes got big like wow
Got it back together, now I'm gathering the goods
My nigger boo got the fitted cal in the woods, 2 got the tap and the mother fuck'n rope, my nigga Young outside waiting with the sco'
Clean getaway to the spot we flow
Fist full of dollars with the whole lot of dope
Yeah we hit good but we trying to get mo
CTE for life ya'll niggas know the code
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick
Gotta hit that lick, hit that lick

[Intro: Slick P. talkin']
Haha!
You niggas wann' play, mayn?
You niggas wann' war?
We'll take you to war!
Dis tha shield mayn!
C-T-E mayn!
You dunno whatchu fuckin' with! (Fa Real)
[Chorus:]
You niggas wanna play? - We got somethin' hot for ya
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya (Brrraa)
USDA (Aye!), Respect Da Shield!
USDA (Aye!), Respect Da Shield!
You niggas wanna play? - We got somethin' hot for ya
Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya
USDA (Aye!), Respect Da Shield!
USDA (Aye!), Respect Da Shield!
[Verse 1: Slick Pulla]
It's da shield, who wann' problems with da 4 letters (Who?)
Thunder storm, on ya block give ya bad weather (Hahaa)
All black hoodie, all black gloves leather (Leather)
MossBerg hitcha chest, lift ya like a feather (Suckas!)
And I keep a clique of young troop's firen' (Brrraa)
Bustin' at cha ass like them boys in Blood Diamond (Blood Diamond)
Grimy with it, but da boys stay shine (Sheeh!)
Baby choppa' arm put a jacket it in the line (Talk to em')
You gon' bump and I knock off ya face (Brra)
Witout the clippers nigga, you can get a fresh fade (Okaay)
You loose-lipped niggas finna get buttoned up (Up)
The Shield's here nigga, time to straighten up (Fa Real)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Young Roccett]
I'm a leave a man in an abandoned buildin', screamin' for The Lord
No feet no hands and includin' a broken jaw (Yup!)
Dress ya like a rapper so you don't feel left out
In the same shirt boy dat got Kanye's chest out (Woo)
No goofy for the oozi, the semi-auto to mac 11
A.K. 47 leave his brains on the front yard
Infront of his daughter, his son no his grandpa
Hommies in the street deep, lookin' like a Trump squad
I'm a kill 'em, just gimme a clip
I got blue everywhere, like it's revenge of The Crips
Holes in ya body the size of a Bellagio chips
Yeah Roccett-Locs burner, boy as hot as it gets (Wuh)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: 2'11]
Gimme everythang nigga dis the 2-11
Run upon 'em, pull the pistol out my .87 (Cla-Clack!)
Blood money, yeah we cashin' out mills (Okayye!)
Disrespect The Shield and get killed (Chyeah!)
Nah, it ain't a game dog, it's real in the field (Aye!)
X amount of shells pop-a-nigga like a pill
Top down on the old' school 'Ville
Chrome hundred spokes on the mothafuckin' wheels
Trapstar, I got work in the area (In the area!)
United Streets D-Boyz of America (U-S-D-Ayy!)
Betcha life dat da MossBerg'll burry ya (Burry ya!)
They gone have to call a coroner to carry ya (Hahaa)

Wussuh, wussuh?
What's crackin' nigga? Chillin'
Where ya punk ass nigga at?
He in the trap, ya know
Oh yeah? Yeah, come through
Dat's what it is then, I'm in and out
Dat's cool
I ain't even trippin', ya know I'm sayin'?
Dat's how you feel?
Yeah, just be ready when I get there nigga
I stay ready, nigga, let's go
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know how ya feelin' tonight)
I just called, I ain't want shit
Want to know we was chillin' tonight
(Yeah, we can kick it tonight )
Slide through, dat nigga in the streets
So you already know we're fine
(You already know we're fine)
Just a quickie, you can slide the Vickie's
I'ma even leave my Nikes on
(You can even leave ya Nikes on)
You know me, I ain't even gon' sweat her
Rick Flare, I stay jumpin' off the dresser
Betcha ass ain't never felt better
Ain't never met a nigga make ya azz more wetter
I like it when you do dat, drill ya ass harder
Pull ya hair when you throw it back
Say she love when I pull 'em to the side
I can feel it when she cum, I can tell by her thighs
Oh Lord, you should see her when I'm in it
You should hear some of the sounds, it's the best six minutes
Just a quickie, you can even slide the Vickie's
I might drop my boxers but I'ma leave my Nikes on
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know how ya feelin' tonight)
I just called, I ain't want shit
Want to know we was chillin' tonight
(Yeah, we can kick it tonight )
Slide through, dat nigga in the streets
So you already know we're fine
(You already know we're fine)
Just a quickie, you can slide the Vickie's
I'ma even leave my Nikes on
(You can even leave ya Nikes on)
SP, I like to wild out
But every now and then you got to take the time out
What's hann'in'? Can I hit the grill?
Bend ya over on the dresser, beat cha down and slide out
Got the cigarillos, half a zip, ready fo' me
Plus I've been drankin', is ya really ready fo' me?
Shoot the scene quick roll one take
Then it's a rap I got moves to make
In the back of the GTO, gettin' it crackin'
Legs in the air, trynna to beat cha back in
Stretchin' dames out, call me Big John Stud
All I need some Red Bull and Bud
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know how ya feelin' tonight)
I just called, I ain't want shit
Want to know we was chillin' tonight
(Yeah, we can kick it tonight )
Slide through, dat nigga in the streets
So you already know we're fine
(You already know we're fine)
Just a quickie, you can slide the Vickie's
I'ma even leave my Nikes on
(You can even leave ya Nikes on)
Ya man hit it like this, well, he oughta
Pocket full of Magnums fuckin' somebody daughter
Somebody momma, in somebody bed
Fresh pair of J's, between somebody legs
All I need is 5 minutes, leave her shakin' like a phone
It's all G baby, you can slide ya thong
And I'ma slide in, and you can ride out
I know you freaky, babe, you can wild out
You see, I ride like a rap star, live like a trap star
Party like a rock star, and fuck like a porn star
And you can climb on top, baby, I don't mind
And I'ma keep my J's on, you just grind
I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull
So ya know how I'm feelin' tonight
(I know how ya feelin' tonight)
I just called, I ain't want shit
Want to know we was chillin' tonight
(Yeah, we can kick it tonight )
Slide through, dat nigga in the streets
So you already know we're fine
(You already know we're fine)
Just a quickie, you can slide the Vickie's
I'ma even leave my Nikes on

Young jeezy.
Let's go!
I know a broad name Pam
Baby's off the chain.
Some even call her a freak
A [? ] and a half patrone in a glass
She might let you hit it with me
I know a broad name Pam
Baby's off the chain
Some even call her freak
A [? ] and a half some Whitney in the glass
She might let you hit it with me
I fin to back it all up, yeah baby I might just
Thinking of a thigh and that ass's right
Yeah I like it on top but that [? ] priceless water falls call the girl Niagra.
The boy go hard call him young Viagra
Got my head behind my back while I'm beating up the cake.
And now she kept saying daddy this shit good,

[Chorus:]
You the like the type that like that rough shit
Heaven in my hotel, fucking up shit
She let you grab her by the throat, pull her by her hair
Make a bust, full time then I'm outta there [x2]
Bitch I'm outta here
You know how I'm going out,
Body body here, you know that I'm so [?]
I just told her where to go to bitch straight k
Told them like camouflage, it's pure pain
She got blunt red hair, I got a handful
Got me going hard like 100 red bulls
I said baby keep still, let's keep say
She said if that's how you feel, let's keep say
Younger [?] bitch, might be Jamaican
Got her speaking creo, she might think I'm [?]
Pussy so good I eat it for a whole month
From the back [?] roll up another blunt
Suck dick
[Chorus:]
You the like the type that like that rough shit
Heaven in my hotel, fucking up shit
She let you grab her by the throat, pull her by her hair
Make a bust, full time then I'm outta there [x2]
I'm feeling [?] selfish, she is too
Trying to fuck on the first night, she feel too
You like that wild shit baby, I'm with all of that
Get that pussy wet, now I'm swimming all in that
But the [?] know me after the night
Now you looking at them niggers different after tonight
I'm nothing but a wild g yeah I [?] then I boot it
Bring your flip cam through, we could make a movie
Those young g's will be gangster fucked
No rnb smooth, not an rnb [?]
Champagne [?] got baby in the mood
Now she's stripping for a nigger in my hotel room
[Chorus:]
You the like the type that like that rough shit
Heaven in my hotel, fucking up shit
She let you grab her by the throat, pull her by her hair
Make a bust, full time then I'm outta there [x2]
Pussy burglar, black ski mask
Leave my fingertips all on her black ass
I'm the type of nigger pull you by the roots
Might throw you to my nigger, alle whoop
A pair change of clothes, and an overnight bed
Even brought a toothbrush, overnight ass
[?] boy she said that pussy mine
So I give it to her like stop [?]
Hit her with that flex, she's scared to throw it back
Put that piledrive on, I had to punish that
Synchronize yeah, we came at the same time
Domestic, get that pussy black eyes
[Chorus]
You the like the type that like that rough shit
Heaven in my hotel, fucking up shit
She let you grab her by the throat, pull her by her hair

[Chorus:]
I am so fast these whores can't take me
I'm out of cast so these niggers wanna hate me
I met a man cause these niggers didn't make me
Get these mother fucker... off safety
We are all safety
Luis all over niggers hate the way I am staling
Chain call twice... bullshit
Up in this mother fucker...
No safety cut one in a...
My niggers in the... train ready to go
Bandon abandon money I demand it
My bitches been the baddest haters can't stand it
My name is... believe it whore
And I am about to go bigger on these niggers believe me
... on that... leather why are you calling Miss Snow watching the weather
Now I act a fool I'm loaded I'm getting better... I swear...
I try to stay away of these rats I'm getting cheese
[Chorus]
I am black... no hammer
Got a mean kick back...
Everything getting killed in the aqua blue...
Every day I'm going in loaded to the max
... mother fuckers can't stop this...
About my mother fucker cheese...
It's so emotional so sensitive
Hold nigger fuck nigger... go nuts... make these pussy disappear

[Scar:]
Oh yea baby
Haters be hatin'
Got me mistaken
The moment I fall off
They better be patient
These niggas is jealous
And I'm over zealous
With money on my mind ya'll
And I can't help it
[Chorus: x2]
I'm a live my life
I'm a do what I want to do
I'm a play how I wanna play
Let me live my life
The bros is callin'
Nigga I'm ballin'
Them haters be plottin'
But I ain't stoppin'
[Blood Raw:]
I ain't standin' no haters
I'm sucka free
If it ain't about money
It ain't nothing to me
My man I'm jail free
And money ain't an issue
I know what it is
So homie I ain't trippin
I'm a rock my ice
Let me live my life
I live in Georgia
But shawty's so far
But I ride candy
I'm still in the hood
Still keep it real
I don't care how they feel
I already got something to say
But don't nobody want to listen
Man ya'll Trippin'
Tell Jeezy and Slick
We made it out the streets
We paid for the order
So homie let's eat
[Chorus x2]
[Young Jeezy:]
These streets will kill ya
What you think I'm strapped for
And I ain't tryin' to go to jail
What you think I rap for
Got my eyes on the road
Yeah I'm in my own lane
And I don't follow no nigga
Shit I do my own thing
Seen friends turn to foes
Made my money off of hoes
I'm a get the weed nigga
You just get the hoes
Feel free yeah nigga
You can hate on me
And I never fall off
You can wait on me
So call it flamboyant
I just put it in their face
Let a nigga run up on me
Shit I bet I catch a case
Money over haters
Yeah I love that
So why they gon kill me
Nigga I stay strapped
Wassup
[Chorus x2]
[Slick Pulla:]
Don't nothing come to a nigga
When he sleep of dreams
Not money I hear
Better getcha some green
Stop tryin' to block a playa
From his destiny
Spread ya wings like Mike
Come fly with a G
I took the T-tops off
I'm lookin' at the clouds
Ridin' through the hood
I feel so proud
Whatcha cookin' in the morning
Damn should laid on me (Say what)
Should a put them on the stove
Watch them screaming for profit (Talk to 'em)
Slice everyday
And I'm Still on the hood Shit
Wild'n out, Fuckin' hoes and shit
Keep a dude on my left
Call the streets his trife
So nigga don't hate me
Let me Live my life
[Scar:]
Haters be hatin'
Got me mistaken
The moment I fall off
They better be patient
These niggas is jealous
And I'm over zealous
With money on my mind ya'll
And I can't help it

[Young Jeezy:]
And Lord knows I, try, to do the right thing
With a chrome in the front woulda done the same thing
Got my strap cocked back, adrenaline rush
And when the dope fly over mothafuckas got bust
To lose everything to 'caine
Turn a hundred to a mil, done it all with 'caine
Turn a hustle to a label done it all with brains
And I told em all down, done it all with change
Look him dead in his eyes told him nigga let's get it
And the homie in the mirror said, 'nigga I'm with it'
You want it done right, you gotta do it yourself
That's what I keep tellin' myself
(I keep tellin' myself)
[Chorus x2: Bloodraw]
I'm a keep it real til my very last breath
That's what I keep tellin' myself
(I keep tellin' myself)
That's why I stay on my grind cause it's all about the wealth
That's what I keep tellin' myself
(I keep tellin' myself)
[Bloodraw:]
I'm tryna do it right, I ain't tryna go to jail
I'm on my knees every night, I ain't tryna go to hell
Tryna live life, I ain't ready to die
I got a son who needs me, and I ain't tryna leave
Got a clique then niggas love me, wanna see me win
Got my family over here, ain't got no friends
Me and Slick in the streets, we was waitin' for a rap
Sat down with Young Jizzle, got me out the trap
Hold my finger to the sky, it's the motto we follow
See we live for today and we pray for tomorrow
Cryin' so hard and I hope for the best
Patience is a virtue, that's what I keep tellin' myself
[Chorus x2]
[Slick Pulla:]
Look past the cameras beyond the glory
A new legacy (uh-huh), this is our story
I walk with my head high, chest pokin' out
Live for the moment, fuck bein' stressed out
But every corner you turn, the snakes is watchin'
I drive right by and play the lane like stoppin'
Chill, this the wrong tree you're barkin' up
Got my K and my bible, I stay prayed up
No pity for you, I'm good with him
So no matter how it is, I'm good with him
Cause ain't no rules when you playin' for wealth
That's what you better tell yourself
(That's what I tell myself)

[Intro: R. Kelly & Jeezy]
[Kelly:] Young Jeezyyy
[Jeezy:] Yeah, I can believe dat... (CTE...) Who else nigga?
[Kelly:] And ya boy, K.
[Jeezy:] Okayye! (Yuh!) 87-32, wha it do?
[Kelly:] Dat's right, keep clappin' ya'll
[Jeezy:] Kinky, I gotchu hommie!
[Kelly:] Oooh, Oooh, Oooh...
[Jeezy:] Let's get it!
[Chorus: R. Key w/ Jeezy ad-libin]
You know we trap all day (Oowhh!) play all night (Oowhh!)
This is the life of a, the life of a (Aye!)
Go getta (Aye!), go getta (Aye!), go getta (Yeeeeeeaah)
And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out (Let's go!)
Yeah, you damn right I'm a (Aye), you damn right I'm a (Yuh!)
Go getta (Yuh!), go getta (Aye!), go getta (Yeeeeeeaah)
(Let's go nigga, lemme talk to 'em!)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
First I bust-a-right, then I bust-a-left (G'yeah!)
Music so loud I almost went deaf (Talk to em, hommie... Deammn!)
Hit the sweet once and then I hold my breath
Smoke every cigarello 'till it ain't none left
Got 50 in the clip, 20 grand in my pocket (Yuh!)
Money so big, I don't even need a wallet (Ha-ha!)
72' impala same color as the pills (Woo!)
Red, white and blue - the same color as the bills (Let's go!)
Here we go again, it's the motha fuckin' remix
Whole car smoked up, now I can't see shit (Nahh!)
Heater on my waste, got the sac in the back
Got the whole Escalade smellin' like the pack (Yuh!)
GO GETT'EM BITCH!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I'm in the triple black convertable GT Bentley
Trill Under Ground King, got the Queen right with me (Yup!)
And things right with me, and dat thang right on me
I'm a one-stop-shop and a one man army, with the F3000 and the F350
Seven send you to heaver fo' bein' so shifty
We work up on the triple beam and wait on the 4 way
I hit the highway, ya way pimpin' with my yay - there's no way
Dat anybody the scope you and [? ] to holla at the effey
The streets have mi corazon simeion ese.
My seven jesse james and Pimp C is my friend, so
You can take dat to the grave or the bank
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Unhh!... Unhh!... Yo!
Niggas is too frail, you either a snake or a new snail
My heart as cold as the new jail
Everywhere I go they beggin' me
But 1 wrong decision can destroy ya legacy (Unh!)
Lemme see I can break 'em down and take longer to slow sail (Uh huh!)
I'm a chill fo' a minute - sit on 'em and hoe sail 'em
Buisness is just fine, none of ya folks tellin' (Unh!)
Shouldn't have it any other way when you coke sellin'
I don't know what it is, I guess we was raised different (Yeah!)
Blowin' haze standin' on the couch Roseye drippin' (Haha)
Air forces, hard denim, my lofe sweater

[Chorus:]
I say this that's shit that make you go dumb
Cocaine shit that make you go Numb
This is for the Niggas so smart they be Dumb
We sitting there talking bout money you want some?
(I Love it, I Need it, I Want it, I'm Weeding) [x2]
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I Say let's take a munite to welcome me back
Somebody get my weed and my welcome me mat
When it comes to the trap, I'm the kind I be the Sire
Stached in the back of the car, not in the tire
Fucking move a thousand of this, I can't retire
But now just need me a stove, I need a fire
You know what the stove said to the pot, look at the flame
Lay you niggas down right here, look at the king
Eerytime you come right here you act strange
Going soft and then you come out hard, you niggas change
Pick Em up drop Em off it cost me 2 gees
Niggas got pop, it cost me 2 keys
[Chorus:]
I say this that's shit that make you go dumb
Cocaine shit that make you go Numb
This is for the Niggas so smart they be Dumb
We sitting there talking bout money you want some?
(I Love it, I Need it, I Want it, I'm Weeding) [x2]
[Verse 2: Boo Rossini]
Come shop with me, I'm showing love
So you know that only mean I must stay in the plug
Got that O.G kush roll tight up in the touch
Pull em tools out go tight a nigga up, what's up?
But I'm knowing they ain't want it
Grind to the early morning knowing like I want
I'm talking money nigga do you comprehend
Out of sight out of mind that's why I'll be going in
Young this shit bang, told them fuck what you heard nigga this that thing
Got them haters pissed off cause I'm on my shit
I just give it to them hard like I sold my shit
[Chorus:]
I say this that's shit that make you go dumb
Cocaine shit that make you go Numb
This is for the Niggas so smart they be Dumb
We sitting there talking bout money you want some?
(I Love it, I Need it, I Want it, I'm Weeding) [x2]
[Verse 3: 2Eleven]
Hold on one Second bitch pause for a munite
Hood nigga made lemonade out of lemones
Chucks on lace so they say that I'm tripping
Too many fumes got the whole room dizzy
Fish scale shine my wrist look agrily
Pull a nigga down they say we look suspicous
Yellow brick road I'm going see the wizard
Slow ass nigas that mean the drug dealers
Shit so stupid call that shit ignan
If you ain't got it then make you go get it
Shit so crazy might make you lose it
If you ain't bout it them make you go do it
[Chorus:]
I say this that's shit that make you go dumb
Cocaine shit that make you go Numb
This is for the Niggas so smart they be Dumb
We sitting there talking bout money you want some?
(I Love it, I Need it, I Want it, I'm Weeding) [x2]
[Verse 4: Slick Pulla]
This that shit that make you go dumb
Lambogini doos eleven the boy young
And who I be slick p from the slums
The field comander big chopper big drums
Ice everywhere, my whole body numb
They say's money right here, I'm feeling go and get me some
Now I'm calling shots, pockets getting chedy
Shield game party everybody sipping bubbly
?, I'm prestigious with the flow
I'm bout to go dumb I just thought I let you know
Like Pimp C and Bun I'm bout to pull a king Dou
USDA Nigga get down or get low
[Chorus:]
I say this that's shit that make you go dumb
Cocaine shit that make you go Numb
This is for the Niggas so smart they be Dumb
We sitting there talking bout money you want some?

Get it up niggas, get it up [x4]
[Hook: x2]
On the road to riches I'm a get it up
My grind is relentless I'm a get it up
My shine is ridiculous I'm a get it up
I'm a get it up, I'm a get it up
[Slick P:]
Fresh out the box like a pair of nike airs it's slick
For the green like sebastian telfair
The shields in this bitch
We seek and destroy
Your boy got a mind like sigman freud see the lawyers and the haters got me paranoid
But I see the finish line so I'm going for it we the streets choice,
We don't need no awards
You can clip the wings and we still gon soar
U lame as niggas ain't spittin for shit dump truck niggas you garbage pale kids
Got my swisha in my hand and my 5th on tuck
One thing on my mind and that's gettin it up
[Hook]
[Jeezy:]
Got money to the ceiling
Bags full of white
Strapped young gizzle?
You goddamn right
Snitch this week better think twice
Even 3 times cause I bust mine
I'm a get it up I'm a get it in
Homie came through when he cashed out 10
26's now ridin on thangs
Straight to the spot I ran through the change
The 100's and them 50's homie
Ain't shit new the whole task force know me
Keep a sack yea the whole hood on me
It ain't all bad but it ain't all good homie
Me, Slick Pulla, B-Raw Stein (steen) fyi we tote them things
Parked lambo then I hopped in a rarri hopped out a rarri then I hopped in a bent.
Brought a 100 thousand with me all that spent now I'm standing round like where that went
Now gt stil blowin my dro I'm a get it in make it cost some more
[Hook]
[Bloodraw:]
Stackin to the ceiling dog
Bird in your backyard
Fuck the safe deposit dog
The fans tryna take it all
Niggas still foldin money
I ain't even holdin money
I been left the trap and them niggas still owe me money
Still gettin it up I'm tryna get up
But it's hard to leave the streets b4 a nigga fucked up
Money ain't the root of evil it's the love of that motherfucker
3 the hard way stick together like blood brothers
Family come fore everything one twenty for the pledge
We speak for the real niggas
If I'm lyin them I'm falling dead b4 I be broke receiving death or them cuffs I'm going all out cause I'm tryna get it up
[Hook x2]
[Jeezy:]
Me, Slick Pulla, B-Raw Stein (steen) fyi we tote them things [x3]

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Now I ain't really got time for the he say
She say yellin ova tracks like a motherfuckin DJ
Dey beggin for attention I'm beggin for a reason
Masked up get these straps yeh it's unseasoned
These niggas broke they joke
Laugh at you niggas sit back and smoke (Ha-Ha)
Gangsta shit duffle bag full of bricks
Add it all up save for the chips
HOLY GUACOMOLE! datz a whole lot dip
12 months, run that's a whole lot of flips
Well bury ya today datz a whole lot of trips
Say he got six chevys now that's a whole lot of whips
(What's up)
[Chorus:]
Gangsta shit gangsta shit the way I do my thang gansta shit
Gangsta shit I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big azz chain
[Verse 2: Slick Pulla]
You recreate a shield you betta respect us
Betta understand the game, these checks, not checkers
Two chunked out chains we call dem double deckers
You comin for that saint nigga we bound to wreck ya
My niggas add flavor to the game like zeteran
Bitch my 25th tool I'm a concrete veteran
We eat wheat niggas up like corn on the cob
You a hustla, naw don't quit ya day job!
[Verse 3: Blood Raw]
Errbody claim reson errbody kno the game
I call dem trap actors half the niggas lame
But on the real shit
Felons still tow the heap
Real thug bread O.G. like Bun B
Jeezy from the hood
Slick from the gutta
We to real ova here to fall out like Cash Money brothers
Naked boy smith
Ran for Evan Smith
Ross facin life and that's rich now that's Gangsta Shit!
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Bun B]
Cali gon cali ridin tall in his saddle
Pullin up low and with that choppa I'm ready for battle
It's gangstas from San Francisco and up to Seattle
We ain't with all that snitchin shit so mane go and get tattle
I'm a dirty south legend and thou shall honor the team
From the land of the long hard
Where we home sellin D
Get that dirt weed local
Not the indo ship

[Jeezy:]
You can call me young yea the boy stay focused last year alone a quarter mil off in strokers frsh back in town lookin like a star told clem bring my gt and my ar a strap in my car a chop in my bent g behind the wheel you can't see behind the tint squad came crazy withthat weight since the 80's fighting all the time with my crazy uncle grady a million dollar man but I'm still? baby plus I promised kb I wouldn't let a nigga play me first I copped the cedez then I copped the shoes rap niggaz talkin weight that was back in 98 I'm straight
[Hook: x2]
Don't nothing hate but a motherfucking hater don't nothing spend but this motherfucking paper don't ask me what we lookin at homie you know we got our eyes on that money! (Focus)
[Slick Pulla:]
Bobby drake I stay with a stallion the voice box I speak for the slick jeezy raw 3 the hard way give the game straight to ya nigga no foulplay came up from nothing from the block we rose got my cleats tied up with my uniform on money in the matress I sleep on dough you can shut the booth down watch sp flow fetti on my mind with thoughts of more like bruce leroy I got the glow lame niggas quick to call with they stash and hos we the niggas in the trenches holdin it down fa sho
[Hook]
[Bloodraw:]
They the streets is talkin but the boy on the grind fuck what they say I got money on my mind the real niggas love me them ho niggas fear me fore I let em stop my shine a nigga have to kill me so many haters the boy ain't studying em middle finger out the chevy I don't see them motherfuckers don't nothing hate but a motherfucking hater can't worry bout raw better try and get some paper speak the truth I'm a give a nigga game either do anything I mean what I said usda still hungry nigga we gon eat survive anywhere cause we came from the streets

[Chorus:]
You see... in my 87 jeans
That's nothing
Got the mother fucker on six
That's nothing
... mother fuckers don't like it do something
The only way to live CTE or nothing
Young... put it to...
Million dollars in the woods
Niggers Tom Sawyer
Got a lot of chips and a whole lot of lawyers
Go get the... we got something for you
CTE nigger that's the end of price
We've been stocking out nothing but the green guys
Walk upon your functionalism suit and ties
They hit the black in 87 until the sun rise
I got a pinky ring flow money clip...
The voice box... get your clip for
You saw my neck you saw my chest
You saw my ribs and arms
So that's the last thing you see
Before I squeeze it all
[Chorus:]
You see... in my 87 jeans
That's nothing
Got the mother fucker on six
That's nothing
... mother fuckers don't like it do something
The only way to live CTE or nothing
You say you are getting money nigger
We ain't seen nothing
Problem with the squad I am the first one toughing
Like my nigger... I keep it one hundred
To eleven in the smile... running
I need 50... for my Chevrolet and...
Another day another month fucking dollar
Try to fit it all in my 87 jeans
I was acting for the... of show... 70
Smash in a cutter off... I got a bitch
Even bader real shit...
That gangsta lies make room for the underdog
I'm with the business USDA and under bars
Shit gang bitch who are you with?
While you see me induced in...
And if you really must know man
CTE for life kill a nigger snow man
[Chorus:]
You see... in my 87 jeans
That's nothing
Got the mother fucker on six
That's nothing
... mother fuckers don't like it do something
The only way to live CTE or nothing
Put a lame mouth when I feel like nothing
You niggers getting back over here we are getting money
You know how it looks I know how it smells
GPS... to the mail
It ain't start to chill... feel so lucky
... nigger let me show you how I go
I've been tired of your...
I ain't... a brick ain't...
CTE or nothing... to the death...
[Chorus:]
You see... in my 87 jeans
That's nothing
Got the mother fucker on six
That's nothing
... mother fuckers don't like it do something

Yeah count it up
You already know the deal
You niggas know what I doubt let just speak for real
And while you at it young just keep the artist still
And pill the rap off the block like the banana bill
Ni tell me can you see the flake, one glance of dat glitter make ya wanna shake
Adrenaline rushin blood flowin through your veins
When you close your eyes at night do you be seeing things
'Cause nigga I was seeing things
At least 100 at a time dats on everything
Magic City, 112 let me reminisce
A nigga must of missed some how did it come to this
You got niggas runnin round like they run the town
Dope game, game over jizzles on the mound
Ni watch me cock right back and hit a homerun, enough bricks at one time to build a whole sun
They like god damn young boi u owe one everbody talkin bricks but they own none,
What your nigga know about counting millions, the only place it ain't money is on the ceilion
[Chorus:]
Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Take it all out your pocket
Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Pull it all out your pocket
I'm going in, fuck it I'm going in,
I was just about to take off the top let us begin,
Let the room start to fill up with smoke no inhalin',
I turn dis four into a nine I'll be in heaven,
Leave here and get caught with this nine I'll be a felon,
I ain't the one for doing no time just know I'm bailin
The government don't really approve of what I'm selling,
Get jammed up we all know the rules just it's no tellin,
Even doe I came to bring the word I'm no rev
Just a casualty in game more like a veteran
Ask me do I no treat raisens and dem cookies cut fifteen hundred in dimes when we was rookies
And tell me how I go up to least 30 a thang
It's one for dem niggas out here doin they thing
Everyday riskin it all deep in the game
Ain't about to ask a nigga for shit, I feel the same.
They like god damn young boi u owe one everbody talkin bricks but they own none,
What your nigga know about counting millions, the only place it ain't money is on the ceilion
[Chorus:]
Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
Take it all out your pocket
Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up

I said I'm corporate thuggin', C T E
Until the day I die that's the way it's gon' be
Thug Motivation I'm bumpin' number 3
Blowin' on some killa shit that I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood everybody know me
So don't wake me up, I swear to God I'm dreamin'
Pray fo Uncle Ray, yeah, dat nigga still beamin'
Lookin' fly in the cock pit a nigga still leanin'
Money out here so a nigga still schemin'
And I don't make music fo da muthafuckin' critics
They don't understand 'cuz they ain't muthafuckin' littin'
And I ain't trippin' on the source I got a muthafuckin' plug
Keep me 5 mics, I'm still a muthafuckin' thug
Now the question is, can a nigga really rap?
And the answer is you eva been to da trap?
Bitch, I make hits, you niggas waste time
And I be goddamn, if I let you waste mine
Like change for the better but I'm still strapped
Trigga happy nigga don't make me relapse
Attitude like fuck it, they hatin' anyway
And I can give a fuck what a nigga gotta say
You still talkin' blow? You goddamn right
What else I'm gon' say? That's my mu-fuckin' life
I just left Jamaica, I'm talkin' Nachos Rios
Sippin' margaritas on the beach in my Adidas
Brought a few pills but thats' only fo da skeezas
Used my black car but that's only fo da reefa
What's up? Let's go
Not a day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
Get how we live, yo, we tryin' to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, dats no lie
Blood raw, errbody love it blowing on Jamaica
The boy corporate thuggin'
Glasses in the air, errbody toastin'
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, errbody toting
Posted with a broad, yeah she blacker then a African
Hair down her back like she mixed with Italian
Mami so thick man she look like a stallion
Introduced her to my partner yeah, it's on so what's happenin'?
What's happening? Dead Presidents, briefcase full of 'em
Couldn't take a chance we do it for the love of 'em
Living life fast, we do it for the rush of it
Rubber band stacks, we do it for the touch of it
This shit don't stop, corporate thuggin' nigga til my casket drop
Yams in the booth did the same on the block
Don't blame me, I'm just tryna get a knot, U.S.D.A.
Not a day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
Get how we live, yo, we tryin' to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, dats no lie, what's up?
So fly, so high
So fly, so high
So fly, so high

Yeah, yo, B-Ross Dean
What's happening?
You ready, nigga? Check
Hey, Slick-Pulla
You ran through that change, nigga, check
Okay, let's get it then, nigga, fo real
Now see this is what the fuck I've been telling you 'bout, homie
I don't care what hood you represent, homie
How you get it, man, you getting money, homie, this you're song, nigga
U.S.D.A., nigga, let's get it
You got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought the choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Check
You brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
28 times, 36, yeah, I'm talking birdies nests
Know some niggas tripping on a half still selling 50' Cents
Hard heart for the loaf but the soft might cost ya
Careful how I move 'cuz them niggas might cross ya
There be yams 'cross the street over there in the bushes
Holla at your boy if you really want 'em cookies
Met 'em at the Amico four way in the mena
Jumped out, grab the cash hopped back in my beemer
Then I turn up my Alpine, yeah, you know I'm feeling that
Look there go Iesha, ya, you know I'm killing that
Certified trap star, ya, you know I'm hood, bitch
Catch me in a fast car and I'm smoking good, bitch
You got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta State tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Check
You brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
For real, J's lil' slit 'cuz they know we keep the good shit
Neighborhood star bitches all up on his business that's right
2 piece in a biscuit, okay, I got your other man
Ya, I know them drill but my father put the flood right
Break down 20's, you can call 'em Flintstones
Or bleach in my hood so I can get my stash on
When the shift in get my sack then I'm gone
Then I'm up the next day getting back to it Holmes
For real, lil' homies better fuck with me if you won't pay
Come with a dollar fifty, you can come and get a Elway
A Elway? That's 7 shots for you niggas
Try some slick shit, I got the glock for you niggas
You got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Check
You brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Scales full of grams, them niggas on the block call
Just bought the block down, 'fina tear the block down
Got 'em gems full of 7 grams, 449
David Copperfield make a block outta 9
Grind hard, I get it from the dirt
I fucks with that beat sand, I rather have it all tan
It's all who you know and what you wanna spin
They ain't speaking no English unless you buy a tin
On nine ten, in the rental bumpin' Lyfe Jennings
I swear to God that my trunk got a life in it
Riding solo, I promise if I make it back
I'm breaking everything down, ya dog ain't fuckin' around
You got that money
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check
And when you wrap it, ay, it's gotta be seran
Check
You brought the work
Check
It's in the bags
Check
You in the rental with them outta state tags
Check
You brought them choppers
Check
Them rubber bands
Check

I said I pull up in that Bentley like [?] in the Oprah
We in the croup strap two me and my partner
Try if you want boy you gonna need a doctor
So what you niggas want bandana on the chopper
Bandana on the chopper
Pull up in that Bentley like [?] on the Oprah
Bandana on the chopper, bandana on the chopper
Pull up in that Bentley like [?] on the Oprah
Do it like Marroco [?] slick back in 86
First nigga toast and getting 96
Fucking word by me no suck a baby [?]
Yeah we know your whole crew's about to [?]
What time for my [?] got a [?]
Two [?] get your crib buster
Put the chopper in my hand bitch I'm like a bro
Had a [?] fucking singing like
Yeah I know [?] come in deep way
[?] super sweet I got deep pay
Well I said [?] is like the sun goes [?]
[Hook:]
I said I pull up in that Bentley like [?] in the Oprah
We in the croup strap two me and my partner
Try if you want boy you gonna need a doctor
So what you niggas want bandana on the chopper
Bandana on the chopper
Pull up in that Bentley like [?] on the Oprah
Bandana on the chopper, bandana on the chopper
Pull up in that Bentley like [?] on the Oprah
Acting young rider bandana run the chopper
Got a hundred in that shoot [?] every nigga on your [?]
Loud bottle pund got em smoking like a lobster
Flag to the rider just the game
[?] getting money like a monster
Fuck a [?] take your baby mama hostage
Whole living [?] and yeah that [?]
Hundred miles an hour blow a smoke about the [?]
Ask em what it do I tell em try to make a [?] flip
Go ahead and blow it on the bottle I'm a stack mine
Nigga got a problem [?]

[Magazeen:]
Moving Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
We are make money, make money
So don't try nothing funny
Death before dishonor, honor
Rise up the Maybach banner
Zeen, bigga[? ] Maga to the zeen
[? ]
No so fuck a playa hater
Real Gangsta's make paper
Because we hustle everyday
That's how we get paid
Step up in the club and buy a 100 Rose
Make friend no, fuck a playa hater
Real gangsta's make paper
Because we hustle everyday
That's how we get paid
Run up in the club and buy a dozen rose
Money over everything, money buy you anything
Money make the World spin, money make your girl sing
Money is not everything, but money get ya anything
Remember stash a little ting just in case of anything,
[Chorus:]
I say it's all about money
It's money over everything
You can see it in my eyes
Than it ain't no surprise that I'm out for the chedder man
I said it's all about money
It's money over everything
I ain't in the streets for nothing
Everyday a nigga hustlin
And I'm out to get that chedder man
It's money over everything
I spend a lot of dollars nigga but I stack more
24-7 nigga call it trap mode
Go hundred spokes spinnin' on the ride
So 357 give a nigga what he ask for
Money over everything even a bitch
I know some homies on the Ave that would kill for a brick
I got some [? ] in a trap buy a hundred a flip
A half a mill in a stash act broke as a bitch
I'm running the strip I get it how I live
Break a pound down or I can get it out a bitch
Robbin' motherfuckers that be so-called ballin'
Young [? ] let me in, bitch I get it all in
[Chorus]
Smoking on Bagdads, fleshing on you rasclats
Just came home snatch the roof off the new jag
Future so bright even though I got a buried past
I've been gone for a minute, then I'm still on you niggas ass
Pump your brakes don't nothing move but the cash
Red yellow old school looking like the fucking flash
This ain't a comic book, lives get took here
Money over everything [? ]