[Skit]
Fuck you lookin at aye! *guy mumbles* you think I'm fucking crazy aye! The fuck! You know what I'm sayin'. Sosa's on the motherfucking beat now! Fucking with the fucking I8 driving through the fucking streets. Just tryna carry my fucking shit down the motherfucking ship! You know what I'm sayin'. Don't be fucking callin' your homeboys. I'm just one fucking gangster against all you mother fuckers! Come on! The fuck is up? You know what I'm sayin'. T up mother fucker! Step ya fucking game up!
[Chorus]
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafucking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "really?"
[Verse 1]
On some street shit, come and get you in a Hemi
On some rich shit, pick you up in a Bentley
I'm riding stock paint, and my shit still look like candy
All these tools on me, man I look like Handy Manny
Nigga I'm an astronaut, Nigga you's a Sandy
You ain't never jump out the water, you use to swimming
That mean you never jumped out the porch, no types of sports
I got my own shit, I don't need no type of source
Me and guap, we be kicking it in all types of sorts
Hit the Louis store, and I buy all types of shorts
Don't let me in the NBA, we knock it off the shore
Bump me my muthafucking pistol, knock you off the court
Fuck you lookin at aye! *guy mumbles* you think I'm fucking crazy aye! The fuck! You know what I'm sayin'. Sosa's on the motherfucking beat now! Fucking with the fucking I8 driving through the fucking streets. Just tryna carry my fucking shit down the motherfucking ship! You know what I'm sayin'. Don't be fucking callin' your homeboys. I'm just one fucking gangster against all you mother fuckers! Come on! The fuck is up? You know what I'm sayin'. T up mother fucker! Step ya fucking game up!
[Chorus]
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafucking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "really?"
[Verse 1]
On some street shit, come and get you in a Hemi
On some rich shit, pick you up in a Bentley
I'm riding stock paint, and my shit still look like candy
All these tools on me, man I look like Handy Manny
Nigga I'm an astronaut, Nigga you's a Sandy
You ain't never jump out the water, you use to swimming
That mean you never jumped out the porch, no types of sports
I got my own shit, I don't need no type of source
Me and guap, we be kicking it in all types of sorts
Hit the Louis store, and I buy all types of shorts
Don't let me in the NBA, we knock it off the shore
Bump me my muthafucking pistol, knock you off the court
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