[Verse 1] I can't believe that them niggas returned We the one that the bitches prefer In the club we party until we get sweaty In her eyes, I can see that lil' mama been ready Hold my dick, doin' biz' with Liz Claiborne Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it Got the J in the bank, scorin' title in the paint Regrouped all my block, double cup my purple drank They watchin' me close, even readin' my lips Bussin' the .45, then I'm pleadin' the fifth And I'm leavin' as if, that's a meeting I missed Such a wonderful time, even blew 'em a kiss
[Chorus] Timbaland rich, 250 a beat You should see his new crib, even came with a street Just be touchin' the white, duckin' that bubble spark Seekin' out the double R, only if it's one of us Run along, boy, if you don't want a war I got the price, motherfucker, it's The Pulitzer Woop, woop It's Ferro Dinero
[Verse 2] They say that the floor is [?] Fat boy just keep fillin' the bleachers Went from sellin' yayo with the nosebleeds Young niggas only got rich with the wrong things I'm thankful for melodies that the song bring Rhymin' longer than prison sentences in New Orleans My nigga did a dub, now he at the feds Shit, it's hard to feel the love when you takin' meds Them Percocets, they heavy on the ledge Twenty million cash, yes, that's called success Thousand acres, my own Metropolis And he still hustle with dominance Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics Instagram should take down your page for all those counterfeits Gettin' money, you're still boobie gang No colors, no flags, just let the toolie bangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
