Featuring Boo
Now there’s a couple mad bitches in the building – fuck them
I get that mouth, I get that pussy – duttin’
I see you niggas got no life, 6’s
She say she wanna fuck my brains out but she gon have to suck this dick
Veeeeeeerse: preach like I ride out deep
She sat on my dick, she sat on my face
I told that bitch she got the C’s
Man these niggas all for them fleece
Truth these niggas are in oblique
You talkin’ shit? I know you out
Like go ahead and talk in your sleep
Yea, bitch you know the motto
It’s Young Money over hoes
Lying to these bitches, they call my dick Pinocchio
Getting to the money, now the money getting to me
She say my verdict is hung like a jury
I’m on the track, BOA
some of these niggas be DEA
Money tall, NBA
Broke niggas, SMH
Hit it like Inseco
While she J, you know way Jose
I got a hold of that white
What you call that? Oh KKK
Every night I go hard
She blow me like Boston George
She like it in the ass, mouth and pussy, 3-car garage
These niggas is false alarms
They don’t mean no fucking harm
Hey baby let’s make a part
Pomp pomp, devil horns
You know that I ain’t got no ceilings
The money change me, I’m making chamillions
Only God can judge me, can’t appeal it
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit – amen
And to them never back boys, it’s a cheap thing
I got the street sweeper, do you need your street clean?
Young Money bitch we called it in the sky team
Red theme, if you scared – motherfucker go to church
Preach, security breach
I’m on that grass, all of them cliques
I’m on that gas and y’all know me
Nigga my cash out of your reach
I rush it like the reverend
She get on her knees and pray to this dick
Then swallow all of them blessings
Church – it’s just out way of life
I bought my mama a crib, bought my daddy a car
Let them ball for me too
Now they think I’m a star
Damn I love this life, wouldn’t trade it for nothin’
Most these rappers is fallen cuz they ain’t standin’ for nothin’
I smoke that loud so I don’t hear haters talkin’
Plus these bitches be stalkin’, tryna look for a fortune
Yea, you shout we say church
When that pussy approaches
Got a bitch so bad, she make a player get nervous
Now how good ain’t good enough
And my hood hood as fuck
I be prayin’ for them Shawties tryna get their dollars up
Swag so dope, you probly think I’m dealin’
And I only give head if baby girl swallow children
You ain’t got a ghost but bitches still catch the Holy Ghost
She wanna get high, I hit her with that overdose
Pimp was so cold, put that on my overcoat
Only ride foreign, we don’t do hundred spokes
You broke niggas talk, that’s a hundred jokes
Laughin’ at the fuck boys
Skate gear, I’m a truck boy
My truck’s rent, I don’t give a fuck boy