strip, they all twirl and trip in yaw world They dip and all thorough and hip Hustlers, they sluts and drug smugglers Money, they double up, throw that stuff up and bubble up
if i hit this dick ima shoot me a bitch fuck it(inhale,cough), bang bang, 5 minutes later the cops came im settin up shop for the black
Back(You Know) And She Don't Gotta Head Full Of Naps So Im Pushin On Her Head From The Back Gimmie That(Gimmie That) Up And Down Down And Up Gimmie
van dude so I had to smartin up, you know chalk em up, bye bye mutha-fuckin drive by we walkin up put your little lawkers up and your lil snub nigga
clownest one, you made up, about to get ate up A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up You know
freeze, when it's Eve You ain't really tryin' to fuck the game up, you just a tease You don't want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace Have you
van Went down with the girls gone wild And he woke up with the middle man Went down with like fourteen bucks And woke up with like sixteen grand Went
of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm smartin off, tired of being fired every time i fart and cough, tired of havin to
know about me (Chorus) (Bridge) [Charli Baltimore] All my thugs flipping pack money Living it up Angels taking it without giving it up What the fuck
's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no task Two of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blast Forty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck
just leanin and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene just got some drank from that boy with that bird and you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Wit It Hit The Galleria Buck Off A Couple Grand It Ain't Nothing When You're H-Town's Infamous Right Man Nigga It Mike-D, Yeah Dat Me & Da Screwed Up
(D-Gotti talking) We Po'ed up, we showed up and we still rolling on choppas it ain't stoping know what im talking about it's D-goti, wreckshop to tha
' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it Coming up
and white rims I bought bread, a real G get gees Back to the streets, back with Lil' Jon Back for the A back, reppin' for the stars Put yo' hood up,
I'll take you out and wine and dine you first But, hold up, no drinks, I want to quench your thirst Now why you blushing, baby, I see you coughing Itching
Crash cars and shit ya know how we role When I tumble and drive then you reply My my my my my my Yo I execute all plans Run up in two bitches for me