(Flea)
(Keep the money long
Keep the grass cut)
Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan
I’m a flavor baby, talkin’ Zatarain’s
When they know you havin’ paper you don’t need advance
If I lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die
We gon’ slide on em’, cross em’ out and leave em’ fried
I be speakin’ all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies
We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies
We got mob ties, we ain’t talkin’ bitch
It’s a black tie, I don’t attend events
Yeah I’m on that purple rain, they think my cousin Prince
They ain’t never went a mile cause’ I ain’t gave a inch
It get to that fourth quarter I’ma come in clutch
Grabba fillin’ up my lungs, I don’t want a Dutch
Put that cutter in that choppa’, make em’ dance nigga
Bullets poppin’, now he hoppin’ like it’s double dutch
Niggas snitchin’, droppin’ dimes, Penny Hardaway
Ain’t no M’s when it’s easy, went the harder way
Fly to Brooklyn, on the floor, we at the Barclays
Nigga actin’ like he king, he in the pawns place
Say a prayer and get to cookin’, bitch I’m Gods child
Leave that shit all on the floor, like a dirty towel
$150 on filet mignon, outta’ town
White bitch, snortin’ coke lines, single file
I don’t watch cable, I got Hulu
Wake up and get high, I’m watchin’ YouTube
We ain’t havin’ money problems, keep the money long
But I see it’s haters every time I’m comin’ home
When I mention chips I ain’t talkin’ Pringles
I be out in Vegas with them pipes like I’m [?]
Niggas broke, he be stealin’, he got sticky fingers
If I catch him blow his hand off, Beanie Sigel
Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan
I’m a flavor baby, talkin’ Zatarain’s
When they know you havin’ paper you don’t need advance
If I lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die
We gon’ slide on em’, cross em’ out and leave em’ fried
I be speakin’ all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies
We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies
Hit the road with a kit, I get high and go to work
Niggas tryna’ copy swag but they know who did it first
Still prayin’ on my downfall, tryna’ wish the worst
I was chasin’ paper, niggas still runnin’ after skirts
I’ma break your head if you ain’t [?]
I got plugs up on every coast, I ain’t ever seen a drought
Still fuckin’ with them niggas every time I hit the south
You be fuckin’ with them rats so you bound to be a mouse
Hit the bushed, wait it out, now it’s time to hit his house
Caught him sleepin’ with his bitch, hit him in his fuckin’ mouth
Ridin’ with the real dogs, yeah they know we in the town
Paint your bitch whole face, then treat it like a crown
Do my shiggy dance, made her dip again
She got shitty friends, fucked her on a Xan
I’m a flavor baby, talkin’ Zatarain’s
When they know you havin’ paper you don’t need advance
If I lie to you, cross my heart and hope to die
We gon’ slide on em’, cross em’ out and leave em’ fried
I be speakin’ all my thoughts, she said it’s lullabies
We commit the perfect murder, we got alibies
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