Letras:
Fifty On Red So You Say

it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Cuz I'm so hood Rich

two on two Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM! Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street

find [Chorus] [Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit] I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em pause

you look good, I wanna get to know you better You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive See it'll tell you

boy got chips Like ruffles... Lays And you can say I'm short But you can't say I ain't paid You want to talk cribs? See my shit on the lake Twenty thousand

you get pussy, you can't handle me Won't say I'm the toughest So I'll tell you right now when it's on, it's nothin Shadow gettin to bustin Every class

Lights on, I see ya face She eat me up, she got expensive taste I see ya dreaming, but you still awake Big slices, that's how you cut the cake It's cold

bang and ball, like blood and crypt sets On Lear Jets, I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens And my garge

mind and one cause, that's the shit Son Play them crows out position You might hear me but you don't listen Competition come and get some on Red marker