be some where with you boo boo boo I'm just sitting here thinkin Sittin here drinkin bout you Yes I'm just sitting here thinkin Sittin here drinkin bout you
The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good
for you, and keep it money over bitches [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Fatal] I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you
to die To my homies in heaven I ain't scared to die Do you wanna live forever? Are you scared, to die? Or will you scream, when you fry? I don't fear
you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking
hideout Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models Now let's get it like Low did it, if you done it Then I did
Big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models, Now let's get it like... Low fitted it, If you done it, Then I did
Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models Now let's get it like Low did it, if you done it Then I did it If
you think Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga you ain't Think you fuckin with me then double whatever you drink You can't fathom what the bitch
and see the sign [?] I know you bout to die, but let me see your ID I know you bout to lie, but can you pay this fee? if you can?t pay, then please have
to you She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch man She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin a rich man Now here you come, drop top ridin You ain't no pimp fake
y'all niggaz, my prediction is you rewind this Your highness, Q-Boro's finest Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas Grant you a wish, you get rich
my name like Candyman And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman But if you don't need a fix, girl you gotta leave You can't take that all at one
] I'm So Far Ahead Man! [Verse 1:] What They Talking Bout Fee They ain't Saying Shit It Could Weak A Whole Court Like Stan Smith Or Judge Judy You Niggaz
system of the twizzle Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin' On myself Im ballin' you niggaz haterholics Im jus' the recipe so you can
to do? Got to no trailer, you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
I'm a muthafucking trip I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams If you talking 'bout bricks
all my uptown niggas Fiesta To all my players and my hustlers Fiesta And if you sittin' on them blades Fiesta To all my honeys in the club Fiesta And if you