[Intro] (Pipe that shit up, TnT) (DMac on the fuckin' track) Yeah Yeah Yeah, ooh I got it on right now
[Verse 1] I don't see why the fuck they be tryna act like I ain't that thang When they already know how I been holdin' these Ms When they know we left opps dead soon as we see 'em Takin' it from the North to the jet From the cell to the house that's sittin' on top of the hill Come and see how I live, bitch, what? Come check it out 'fore you ready to talk I got these foreigns that's sittin' in row Whole lot of plaques that's goin' down my wall I got some shit that I'm waitin' to put on I got designer I ain't never worn I just got me some shit I'ma mix with VLONE Ain't no stealin' my drip (Ain't no stealin' my drip) Tell these niggas "Don't trip", 'cause I got it on me Ain't no sense for the lick if you ain't gonna click 'Cause you're bound to get killed if you run up on me I wasted some bummy, I got whole lotta money Keep me a fat ass real bad bitch Got a whole lotta kids I stack it up for These people be talkin' 'bout me like they know me And I got the condo, bought the Aston Martin And I never stay once, so never catch me foldin' I got tricks and techniques like I'm [?] Shawty a freak inside of the sheets She turnin' a whole Chanel in the water Look at my neck and my wrist, it's a faucet Bitch, I'm way too saucy, so I bought it
[Chorus] Hold on, ooh, ain't never met a slime like this before Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before Hold on, ooh, paid for a lotta shit, kept most of these close I had more than three [cappin?] on my hoes And I come and get jiggy (And I come and get jiggy) I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me All these shooters that's my bros I check out, fly shit from out her Bentley, huh? These niggas be lackin' my codes (They cray) These niggas be lackin' my hoes (They cray) Your hoe wanna stay in my home (They cray)
[Verse 2] This hoe wanna fuck in a Rolls Got heater on top of the McLaren My stylist be stuntin' me up, feel the love Don't know where it started, it got me like "Damn" Ain't no taxin' the rich, and that is including me Get 'round the bases and beat Uncle Sam You be talkin' that shit, but you know who I am [?] this bitch said whoever I down Whip out my **** and lil' shawty said "Damn" I'm richer than Richard, ain't playin' with you means See, I ran it up quickly, less stress is on me And inside one deal gotta know that it's given I got your bitch up inside where I live Helpin' me pick out clothes, I give her the business So many in that thing, and I'm pimpin', not switchin' I got these chains and I'm livin' now Come get your bitch back like bowlin' ball (Baow) I'ma start the 'Vette and the bitch all great Every come, real rockstar, nigga, sweat You can't laugh too hard, you gon' get your ass smashed (Baow) Nigga sittin' on the skyline, writin' on track Switcher from the back, then I permanent niggas red 'Cause it be the same color as my thing
[Chorus] Hold on, ooh, ain't never met a slime like this before Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before Hold on, ooh, paid for a lotta shit, kept most of these close I had more than three [cappin?] on my hoes And I come and get jiggy (And I come and get jiggy) I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me All these shooters that's my bros I check out, fly shit from out her Bentley, huh? These niggas be lackin' my codes (They cray) These niggas be lackin' my hoes (They cray) Your hoe wanna stay in my home (They cray)
[Outro] Damn, that's crazy That's crazy, bro These niggas be likin' my clothes, they be tryna steal the swag These niggas be like my hoes Damn, that's crazy, that's crayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
