Goddamn
Missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one
Ima paint da city red wit dis one
Im ahead wit dis one
See u fuckin wit da boys two tours week before christmas.
No assisstance
(jis) That persisstance me. That committment if- I don't get it somebody gone die tonite- I kno my vibe is tight- And I deserve da throne- if da kid ain't right- den let me die on this song.
See I be ridin
Just Ridin alone
Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from my king
So i'll be
So I be
Who I be
Thats me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin
So I be
Who I be
Thats me
Dats Weezy F. Baby and
Please say da motherfuckin
{Chorus}
Baby u gotta kno dat im just out here doin what I gotta do for me and u and we eatin
So bitch
Why da fuck is u trippin.
Im takin these chances
My head 2 da sky
My feet on da ground
My fingers 2 da judge if da money don't move
Than I won't budge
Won't budge
No I won't budge no
Naw
Vers 2:
Money is da motivation
Facin the avenue
Back touchin the wall
Got da weed
Got da gun
Gotta run when I hear dat bird call
(birrr) Dang
Hop in dat thang and merk off
Swerve off
U kno me dey call me birdman jr.
Anybody murderer
If Birdman sponser it
Phantom of da operah
All black- clock tent- locked in
I can let dem shots out
U can't get no shots in
Bullet proof
Leave a nigga wit a bullet proof
Shoot ya in ya mouth ,leroy? they call him bullet tooth
Im like
What it do?
What it do?
Theres a full court
Pressure im just going 4 da 2
If im movin for da three
Ima take it in a second
Even if theres one second
Ima make it. It's nothin
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothin.
I takee it for what it is worth to da durf motherfucker
(yea)
Chorus: Repeat 1x
Verse 3:
I aint neva killed nobody I promise
And I promise if u try me
He gone have to rewind dis track and make me go back
Dat thing will go brrrrat
Dat boy will lay flat so flat
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas
Got nina in my palm and i'm masturbatin'
Black Peter pan, fly til I die what u sayin
Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu iz wat I stay in
Got me feelin Like scarface light da Cohiba
Streets reply I look right in the 4 seater
You know I be out here ridin the 4 seater
Top floor of da 4 seasons
4 of dem whores
Dey all kno how to cook it up
Look I got sum
But only one know how da bag bitch fundal up
See its a cold world so homey bundle up
We ain't on dis grind for nothin
Now get ya hustle up
Chorus
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Tristan G. Jones
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