Lyrics
(Gentle Beatz)
Yeah, bitch, you already know what time it is, nigga, real bagger, nigga (bagger, nigga)
For all them thumpers, nigga, all the niggas gettin' too emotional (emotional)
Yeah, yeah, uh
They 'posed to hate it (hate it), these hoes so overrated ('rated)
My flow so cold, it's crazy, hit the road and 448 it (huh, huh, huh)
I'm on go with your old lady (ooh), fuck you niggas, pay me
I've been dufflin' it all 24, got plenty motion, baby
I don't clap it just like two hands, I don't need no new friends (no)
In the hood like food stamps (okay), work the bitch like boot camp (I did)
When I follow through, they like, "Who that?" (huh?)
Boss man in the flesh, nigga (yeah)
You can send your best man, you gon' lose your best hitter
And my chest lit up (shine), muscle like a wrestler (yeah)
Take your bitch, invested her (your ho), shoot my shot like Stephen, bro (you broke)
Rent a car professional (gone), bitch, I beat that road up
Leave the West Coast in a PJ, then go pick my load up (fuck nigga)
And that sure enough, pole talk, I don't give no fucks
'Fore I let a nigga steal this, it's gon' both of us (on me)
I ain't never froze up, if it go up, then I'm standin' on all ten (ten)
Never seen me fold, nor will I break, nor will I bend
I'ma fight for the 80 (80), this my face, gator (gator)
Bitch, I don't never close, so you said where? (On the way there)
In that rise, I made it out, know we get 'em in (in)
You niggas talkin' 'bout that money, shit, let's get it then
I'ma fight for the 80 (80), this my face, gator (gator)
Bitch, I don't never close, so you said where? (On the way there)
In that rise, I made it out, know we get 'em in (in)
You niggas talkin' 'bout that money, shit, let's get it then