[Verse 1:] Ugh yea 40 in this motherfucker Mobbed out with this shit man They don’t make em like this no more Let him show up, let him show out, let him cut up Without a doubt
[Verse 1:] Fresh back from vacation right back into the thick of things It’s a win win situation paper plottin my money scheme I got clients out there waitin dirty white girl here i done lean Ain't no time for flakin got a little bit of everything Pull up in the lotus and make the devious hella pissed Nope i’m smarter than the regular player rather slide through in a prius 50 miles to the gallon incognito not too noble but I wanna stick out like a zip i’m not a role model or a mogul Even tho i be hella helpin shit even buying toys for kids at christmas But they media ain't goin speak on this ghetto celebrity now that you back in the house The ghetto and the suburbs where the rich folks and the poor folks live Kick back watch and observe the way the ogs moved and the things they did Mob shit they don’t make music like this no more while i fuck when they syncing this Slapping e40 on pandora he be cutting up, he be smacking I know i’m not from the bay from the midwest but i can understand every word he be sayin
[Chorus:] Yea everybody know you My cousin just called me from the pen He said you heard that new 40 shit that nigga got slapped Front to back he on the case man help me get through my little case man [x2]
[Verse 2:] This bitch artist a bitch manage music, operations Nigga get rich makin enemies wanna switch or jump ship If you can’t beat em then join em hop in the mix It’s enough money for all of us to get Now I ain't didn’t sayin no clown shit partna this is the bay This may or may not be a good place to have kids That’s what they like to play with the ks Get on your marks ready set go tic-tac toe or tag 3 in a row I got partnas on death row facing lethal injection If they had a second chance they would probably come around Jesus died for our sins repent and you get into heaven That’s what i telling them when they be call me collect, in they thoughts Right now i’m drunk in public off that secret sauce Pissin on the side on the building fuck the club on they feelings What if they popo see that shit then i’m a sober up hella quick Cause i’m on my second strike and all i got left is one more pitch
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[Verse 3:] All money ain't good money Cause you goun end up spending more money And the less money you spend the less on the back end That’s why a scared man always lose and a brave man always win If you plan on getting ready invest your dividend Buy a pawn shop, a strip bar, commercial parking lot A liquor store, a studio but don’t spend everything you got Do as i do not as i say put some up for a rainy day When it’s dry sit on your yeah hibernate till the month of may Dang it let the value rise like yeast when you slangin Bitch you fuck around you get any price you want just name it Gotta know the storm chaser, the weather man or lay day My essay, my amigo, my compadre Be shy, get a job camouflage stay under the radar that’s how beat the odds Using your own products i don’t condone that or approve it But that’s your business as long as you handlin your business you can do that
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
