[Chorus:]
Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more How you gon' tell me that
Cause I'm out here getting this bread You hatin on this paper chase
Tryna get my Momma a crib Shit don't even sound right
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the Hood talkin bout they don't need me no more
What'chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen I'm a get out
Cause a mu'fucka push that GT
Then you what, I'm a come back for the niggas need to be reached for
It's a problem tryna take that from me
You niggas is slippin
Cause I'm packin heavy metal uhhuh
I hear the streets talking funny shit
So I laugh haha tell em keep talking funny keep talking funny
I'm a keep talking money yup
And all different types what
The yens and the pounds pounds
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town sparrows
Tripin' in ice I still be up town Harlem
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name so what
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or I'll beam em up we got birdies on the chain easy
Respect my mind or respect my grind cause what
Gone to the bank when it's cheque signing time okay
It's Tito Borough when it's jet flying time clear-port
And we so thorough we the set fly or die Dip Set
The bitches funny I'm talking bout life yup
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights that's right
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice yup
Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more How you gon' tell me that
Cause I'm out here getting this bread You hatin on this paper chase
Tryna get my Momma a crib Shit don't even sound right
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the Hood talkin bout they don't need me no more
What'chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen I'm a get out
Cause a mu'fucka push that GT
Then you what, I'm a come back for the niggas need to be reached for
It's a problem tryna take that from me
You niggas is slippin
Cause I'm packin heavy metal uhhuh
I hear the streets talking funny shit
So I laugh haha tell em keep talking funny keep talking funny
I'm a keep talking money yup
And all different types what
The yens and the pounds pounds
Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley round town sparrows
Tripin' in ice I still be up town Harlem
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name so what
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or I'll beam em up we got birdies on the chain easy
Respect my mind or respect my grind cause what
Gone to the bank when it's cheque signing time okay
It's Tito Borough when it's jet flying time clear-port
And we so thorough we the set fly or die Dip Set
The bitches funny I'm talking bout life yup
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights that's right
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice yup
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