[Intro]
CG, you made this one?
That's my bike, punk
Ah ha ha, somebody in trouble
That's what it sound like, right?
Bitch
[Verse]
Real money counters count the money, it can't count me
Y'all see I got this shit up out the mud, why would you doubt me?
We came from thuggin' hard on Mackin Road, now we on South Beach
My mindset is set to do whatever life allow me
I'm the undisputed heavyweight
Talkin' to my parlay, but I'm not Desi Banks
All this water on my chest would make a levee break
I'm finna beat pop's ass, I think he seventy-eight
Pow, he caught one to the head, now that's a brain check
I swear to God, I love a bitch who like the same sex
You gotta knock the boss off first, he the main threat
You out here trickin' with these bitches, boy, that's paid sex
D-Boy pulled up on a nigga in the same 'Vette
I'm finna take mines back
It got the switchy thing on the back, that's why it spray like that
She lookin' like she got her body sculpted, why she shaped like that?
Bitch called me talkin' 'bout she pregnant, why you play like that?
'Cause I'll smack a bitch
Don't let her in 'cause I'm a better man when I'm off Actavis
Thirteen thousand for some paint, shit immaculate
Ma, we on our way to the top, shit miraculous
Cut a bitch short, her pussy drier than a cactus
First two years, I made three hundred thou' off rappin'
They like, "Mike, we know you got it for the low, then why you taxin'?"
Gotta keep my bitch down on the low, 'cause she an actress
Plus, she got a big coochie on her, too, look like Patrick
Whack a nigga while I'm gettin' high as hell, ghetto assassin
If I can't have you, bitch, you gon' die, Fatal Attraction
Caught her stealin' out my pack and left her face on a mattress
I got big dreams to make it to the top, I was the chosen one
I'm the Tiger Woods of my neighborhood, put a hole in one
I knew he wasn't gon' pop shit, I could tell how he hold his gun
I drop back and let the chop clap, this the longest one
Fuck that, let off a whole hunnid, he can't bust back
Bro in the police cruiser with some dope under his nutsack
It's quick as hell tryna lean alone, I want my crutch back
I'm sick of niggas talkin' money shit but they can't up that
Niggas broke as fuck, I got a Kel-Tec
This bitch hold fifty, press on the back and it'll open up
You like to fuck bitches when they drunk, let her sober up
Blew the dust off the Tommy gun, this bitch old as fuck
Like in '09? no, I don't want no head, I want a blowjob
We makin' sure the doors locked, check the doorknob
Bitch, we shut off like a rocket within no time
Now it's showtime
CG, you made this one?
That's my bike, punk
Ah ha ha, somebody in trouble
That's what it sound like, right?
Bitch
[Verse]
Real money counters count the money, it can't count me
Y'all see I got this shit up out the mud, why would you doubt me?
We came from thuggin' hard on Mackin Road, now we on South Beach
My mindset is set to do whatever life allow me
I'm the undisputed heavyweight
Talkin' to my parlay, but I'm not Desi Banks
All this water on my chest would make a levee break
I'm finna beat pop's ass, I think he seventy-eight
Pow, he caught one to the head, now that's a brain check
I swear to God, I love a bitch who like the same sex
You gotta knock the boss off first, he the main threat
You out here trickin' with these bitches, boy, that's paid sex
D-Boy pulled up on a nigga in the same 'Vette
I'm finna take mines back
It got the switchy thing on the back, that's why it spray like that
She lookin' like she got her body sculpted, why she shaped like that?
Bitch called me talkin' 'bout she pregnant, why you play like that?
'Cause I'll smack a bitch
Don't let her in 'cause I'm a better man when I'm off Actavis
Thirteen thousand for some paint, shit immaculate
Ma, we on our way to the top, shit miraculous
Cut a bitch short, her pussy drier than a cactus
First two years, I made three hundred thou' off rappin'
They like, "Mike, we know you got it for the low, then why you taxin'?"
Gotta keep my bitch down on the low, 'cause she an actress
Plus, she got a big coochie on her, too, look like Patrick
Whack a nigga while I'm gettin' high as hell, ghetto assassin
If I can't have you, bitch, you gon' die, Fatal Attraction
Caught her stealin' out my pack and left her face on a mattress
I got big dreams to make it to the top, I was the chosen one
I'm the Tiger Woods of my neighborhood, put a hole in one
I knew he wasn't gon' pop shit, I could tell how he hold his gun
I drop back and let the chop clap, this the longest one
Fuck that, let off a whole hunnid, he can't bust back
Bro in the police cruiser with some dope under his nutsack
It's quick as hell tryna lean alone, I want my crutch back
I'm sick of niggas talkin' money shit but they can't up that
Niggas broke as fuck, I got a Kel-Tec
This bitch hold fifty, press on the back and it'll open up
You like to fuck bitches when they drunk, let her sober up
Blew the dust off the Tommy gun, this bitch old as fuck
Like in '09? no, I don't want no head, I want a blowjob
We makin' sure the doors locked, check the doorknob
Bitch, we shut off like a rocket within no time
Now it's showtime
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