And if you're wondering What this song is leading to I want to make it with you I really think That we could make it girl No, you don't know me well
how you talk when you talk to the man, If it ain't about bread you can talk to the hand, I-I show you how to get rich, You gotta weak arm I'll show you
stands Don't care bout the game make em talk in the stands Watch how you talk when you talk to the man If it ain't about bread you can talk to da hand
reminiscing and god damn it we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days Thought that wildin unruly it
the stands Don't care bout the game make em talk in the stands Watch how you talk when you talk to the man If it ain't about bread you can talk to da
to give We 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast Fifteen years, FIFTEEN YEARS
niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - fuck you Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck you Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you And put a hole in
girl, I?d trade it all [Fabolous] Hot storm, I?m so into you ?Cause even before we hit the bedroom I was friends with you If they ask, I ain?t gotta
the suicides and talk her into killing herself I'm having problems dealing with wealth But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself You
niggas hoped I wouldn't make it fuck you The hatred only made me wanna cake it fuck you Whenever I see you nigga I'm a buck you And put a hole in ya chest
you but girl they can make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you away for like June and December to so what you think about cancun till
life pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot
couldn't see 'em with gazelles Frontin ass niggaz, go hang with Pharrell Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O.,
Game] Where you from? (California) What city? (Compton) What you drive? (Impala) What you smokin' on? (Chronic) What you drinkin' on? (Patron) What you sittin' on? (The throne) Relax, make
man And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big? You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids
Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova I fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us You know what it is
