Nah C-Note (Ft. Birdman & Juvenile)

(*talking*)
Cook and cut, nigga
Ice believe it, playboy #1 Stunner nigga

[Baby]
These niggas got Atrice, fucked up
My shit came, but my package bust up
Whoever did it to me, they hiding out
I'ma kill him, if I find out
What I gotta lie about, I done been through it
We'll do it in a minute, CF-5 with the windows tinted
My whole wardrobe, Jabos and Reeboks tennis
Before it's over, all my people gon be up in it

[Juvenile]
You might see me up in Popeye's, trying to get me some grub
You might see me bat this bitch up, cause she went to the club
You might see me following behind, C-Note on dubs
You might see me leading it, one of these hoes wan' fuck
I'm not a number one stunner, but I'm still in the race
Baby holding it down, I'm just pleading my case
I want's my position, nigga leave me some space
They gotta let me do this, cause I know what it takes

[Hook]
Now if you rolling in the club, and you sitting on dubs
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
You got that ice up on your wrist, and you know you the shit
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
You scratching haters off your list, hollin' Screwed Up Click
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)