[Intro: Max B] Gotta go in on these type of joints (you right) I ain't gonna lie, you beat young los out with this one (do it) You beat 'em you smashed em out, nah you smashed 'em!
[Hook: Max B] I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt Come to think about it i fuck any bitch I want But if you wanna know, most of all my bitches the bomb She hungry, for a taste, but I'ma make her fiend, I'ma make her wait I need my money honey! Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
[Verse 1: Max B] They finally getting enough, now I'ma give em foreign team charter me Money, music apart of me I know you uncomfortable With this music I gave you, I'ma fade you M.d.b was a prelude, stay true! Never let another nigga disrespect your manhood Bigga fresher than can goods, damn good Bitches say it taste like canday, I gave you lip sing, she touched it in miami Cambridge, never will a nigga ride Only thing I'm driving is a beam Mama come take one for the team I gave her a gillet(?), put her in the mood She wanted an education, I put her up for school, cool Then she graduated Maxy baby I finally made it you gave me the energy And these other bitches was hatin like They had my description in the states But fuck it, I think I need vacation
[Hook: Max B] I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt Come to think about it i fuck any bitch I want But if you wanna know, most of all my bitches the bomb She hungry, for a taste, but I'ma make her fiend, I'ma make her wait I need my money honey! Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
[Verse 2: Max B] You probably wanted the end but I gotta give you some more We was on tour, bullets scattered we hit the floor Get the door, nigga that's twin, that's grease With a 5th of Grand Cru, so now is time to hit the street Get to meet any bitch I want to Creamy, that's my little bother, he from another mother Baby get under the cover, Max not a fighter I'm a lover Let my guns do the talking, cops do the chalking Walking, thinking, will i ever go back up in the can? My baby need a hundred grand, just in case I breathe She can have that, on top of what she got Niggas always wanna be what they not Sayin what they got: Lot of jewelry, big cribs nigga you's a bitch And plus you never did bid Sayin you did a bid you don't know what you missing Biggavell in the kitchen, got my workers they pitchin
[Hook: Max B] I wake up every morning, and roll me a blunt Come to think about it i fuck any bitch I want But if you wanna know, most of all my bitches the bomb She hungry, for a taste, but I'ma make her fiend, I'ma make her wait I need my money honey! Iyeee, Iyeee, Yiiiii, Yiii, YiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
