Lyrics
Ha, I'm, so cool, yeah
Stand one, blow one, Birdman
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want
'Til they come get us
You feel me? We gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me
See I, ride when I gotta, grind 'cause I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the Backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, you heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young God bless you in fact
Like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand
They ain't squeezin' nothin', I'm Weezy f it
Leave a motherf wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young God turn cash to money
'Cause that's him
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout s
We grindin' like a mo'f tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See n with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, and we ain't stressin' 'bout s
We grindin' like a mo'f tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See n with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
N better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol'
And pop the same ol' 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a n understand
When you f with a soldier with the grandmaster plan
I'm tryin' to make a few millions
Buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a n livin'