Letras
Wake up in the morning, gotta thank God Pistol on the dresser, I don't know
Today seems kinda odd The sky on fire, man, on TV a liar
Baddest bitch I desire Tellin' me I'm the one she admire
But I seen the wire, I know work for hire It's a setup, I can tell from the get-up
From the moment that we met up She was actin' sus, scratchin', twitchin
Repeatin' same stuff, told her I had enough The jig is up, I don't have time to waste
And you ain't tryin' to fuck, so she gripped the cup
Filled with the finest liquor, she tried to throw it up
Like I made her sicker, or she was blood and I was cuh
That's why we don't trust pretty faces and big butts
It's me and my pistol, just the two of us
What it do, baby
Out here in the stu, makin' moves lately Bet you feel the groove in the room, shakin
The jiggle in the womb, yeah, there ain't no faktin
What the baby makin', what it do, baby
Out here in the stu, makin' moves lately Bet you feel the groove in the room, shakin
The jiggle in the womb, yeah, there ain't no fakin
What the baby makin'
Hey, baby, what it do
Catch me chillin' with all my goons up in the stu
Cookin'' up something potent, I hope that you abuse it
Don't be playin' with my emotions for amusement
You've taken advantage of my kindness, we goin' through it
That's why I'm solo, dolo up in the Benz, I keep it movin
Can't be trippin' on the hatin', that just means that we improvin
People plottin' on the come up, catchin' on to what we doin
But we three steps ahead, I got that shit that'll keep you groovin
I know what it feels like to be loved
Done so many drugs, partied in so many clubs
Treated a certain type of way, cause yo' talent from up above
Knowing my God gon' make a way, but haters still poppin' up
Shorty still on the nuts, she mad cause we called her bluff
But I won't settle for no lady tryin' to mess my paper up
So I'm grindin' till I can't no more, The Moolah what I love
Don't be steppin' in my circle if you can't keep it 100
What it do, baby