Put It Down Bun B (Ft. Drake)

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Now when it come to makin' money, I'm a printing press (Press)
And when it come to bein' trill, I'm the litmus test
Run it like a fitness test (Test)
And when it come to making history, I'm like Joe's son (Son)
A million ways to die and you already chose one (One)
A million dollars stacked, it sounds like a good beginning ('Ginning)
We on the top, now go back and tell the hood we winning (Winning)
And while you're there, let 'em know I did it just for them (Them)
I made 'em cough the cash up and left em' just the phlegm (Phlegm)
Is that the King of the Trill? Go tell 'em, "Yes, it's him" (Him)
And his testosterone is up, who's got the estrogen? ('Gen)
I like your girl and I think she like me even more (More)
I hit her with that heave-and-ho and then I'm leavin' bro (Bro)
The Dirty South's finest, and Dirty South's behind us
Now, that's a plus on the report card, not a minus
Keep your security blankets because I'm not your Linus
You got a problem with us? You know just the spot to find us

[Chorus: Drake]
Ugh! Since you're telling on me, tell the world about me
Ask your girl about me, she'll probably tell you that I
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
Every time I come around
I Just bought a car, the nigga Pimp owned it
I threw some tints on it, he woulda loved it how I
Put it down, put it down
You know how I put it down, put it down
Every time I come around