publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: James Dewitt Yancey
popularity : 3 users have visited this page.
genres: Electronic Hip Hop
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F, for fly gun holder money folder
Are, for the ruff rugged and raw way
In the penthouse suite on top of my mom's crib
It's nonsense that you would think that you would ever get in
K, for the kutie crushin' that we do
N, I knew that you would do it again
And I can't forget the phat bootie ballaholiks
One ounce of grass and a phat *** to fo'sho
N, 'cause we know to cause neck injuries
K, for the kick *** rhymes that I wrote
Pause, 'cause you might bust your ****
Pause, take ah sip of your drank
Pause, everybody there's money to make
Pause, 'cause you know we're rockin'
I'ma give you the key, follow my path y'all
I'mma spit these bars most causally
Check me out yo
You catch 2 in your body, it get sicker than that
You ain't real with that
I'mma break it on down for the reason I spray
Uh yo, what's the reason to get money son?
What's the reason for gettin' hoes Dunn?
I'ma grab these things and get to bustin' at dudes
Look at their eyes they lusting to be bustin' their tools
I'ma flip a few guns let 'em see the steal
The whole crew gets down they ain't ready for this
Pause, when you bump this in your ride
Pause, I say you doin' it y'all