1.Do This
2.Don't Like
3.Mob
I'm a young black american, riding european whips
Saying hip hop's a player, how much money I can get
Fuck a car, I'm trying to buy the dealership
You moving one or 2 patch, you ain't dealing shit
I want my life life so sweet, make a bad bitch get a lift
No cookie or genie could take in my fortune
No misfortune, just building my fortress
I don't play around, no I don't fuck around
I do this for my city I'm trying to hold it down
I'm trying to get my paper so I'll see you later
All about my riches, money over bitches X 2
My pockets on elephant, life is extravagant
Bad ass madam, and she nasty with some elegance
I'm trying to be filthy rich, so check my diligence
They say if don't make money, it don't make no sense
So I set my sense, people swag on arrogance
Now you see how fly boy I can get
All the people choice, that's why I carry the torch
And every dollar I get, I thank the lord
I don't play around, no I don't fuck around
I do this for my city I'm trying to hold it down
I'm trying to get my paper so I'll see you later
All about my riches, money over bitches X 2
We used to pay the party now club's paying us
With 50 k deposit the dough I get retarded
No shit I reach it far
From down, and fucking cities up
my flow ugly as hideous
Don't you know I'm global, you ain't made it off
Speaking of philly, you can catch me where meek millie is
I don't play around, no I don't fuck around
I do this for my city I'm trying to hold it down
I'm trying to get my paper so I'll see you later
All about my riches, money over bitches X 2
4.Fighting Words
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don't like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You're an old nigga in a old school
I got new money and an old tube
Og's look when I roll through
Fuck niggas ain't beef, they toll food
I'm so cool, got a crew of hoes
And no...sushi roll,
Right after that, we hit it back
To the condo where, eat Gucci hoe
I'm stupid hoe, run through the hoe
You dream about it, I do it hoe
Ass fat, they beautiful
Throwing my stack 20's they good to go
Niggas don't fear me, they should though
And they can't hear me, they would though
If they was up on my plateau
But I'm whacko, beat that hoe
All they claiming my set
I ain't claiming no seat
All I be needing my rep
Hoe what you know about that
These niggas steady be capping
Meanwhile I flips
Chasing after they checks
What you talking bout that, bitch
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don't like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Got a rocket in the club and ain't afraid to pop it
Nigga run your lips I put that barrel to your sockets
Haters out here hating cause that flexing never stopping
Keep that blue dream in my bomb and the hash for the toppings
That niggas all stay on me, so homie don't play with me
I keep them bills, I keep that lean, I keep a ak with me
A real street nigga, catch me in the streets nigga
Got something to hit your chest hard
And I ain't talking liquor
Don't need no nigga fuck rapping
Nigga talk that shit I'm blasting
That .44 to your face bitch, it's gonna be a closed casket
Your whole life is a storyline
You ain't gangsters, you niggas lie
Make ... cause like the...
Turn this club into the ...
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don't like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Get the fuck out in this building
Ass hole, fuck what you feeling
Feel the 48 my wrist cause I'm killing
Pety nigga run they mouth and I'm stealing
Then I hurry a couple of niggas feel it
When I jump out the ...but no ceiling
With a bitch in the back on that fuck shit
I beat it up you can tell it wouldn't heal it
You don't like me, what the fuck is you talking
You can ...bitch it's whatever
I don't give a fuck you won't get it together
...motherfucker like I was sipping
All on a nigga ass like a nigga who tripping
...get this cake
Get the whole pot and get out the fuck my way
... got a couple niggas that will...bitch I got you
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don't like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe.
5.Bitches, Bottles
Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded
Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest
Better load up your cartridge, get the car it's inside it
Let's put in ice in your watches and designer on your body
Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let's get it started
I'm turned up till my knob broke you say turn it down I say nah
ho
My neck rocky like Balboa, my watch official, it's uncalled for
In the St. regis on all floors, I got six sluts on all fours
They french kissin' say bonjour I got my own shine but I want
yours
I'm stupid rich got stupid bitch, who stupid thick in Louboutin
Don't like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it
then
Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they
very lame
I won't entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run shit
Boy you tryin' to get what I been here, headed down for like 10
years
I'm gettin' it in til it's unreal let's say one album and like
ten mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (dumd), hurt nigga feelin', I
don't try to
But when you ballin' like I do, you know sucker niggas don't
like you
It's Tunechi you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
Sittin' on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie
cushion
Ballin' on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em'
They hating from the sidelines, they pissed off, piss test em'
Man I'm on that lean, liquor for the bitches
Who fuckin' wit me？ all I hear is crickets
I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses
She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary, I'm on that Mary like
Joseph
Man I'm married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them niggas hatin, fuck ya in ya pussy
The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone
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