I claiming to be A straight heart staying with me I can tell it's about to go down I told them, slow down before I send the low down And skip out of
me, you know them niggaz Them big dudes across the street She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair" Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
had a toast to the dead Do I need a pack a vest for stress so I can rest 'Cause even though I'm blessed in my flesh It all came down to a test A motherfucker
money won't show it I'm like Russell plus I got the right hussle Talk slick, I might bust you Watch your manners, I be on the cameras I be the next cat down
for your gun Man, a lot of ya?ll cats can?t stand that one on one Wind up getting embarrassed right in front of your hon? Despite the bullshit, Black still here making hits Down
your gun. Man, a lot of ya'll cats can't stand that one on one. Wind up getting embarrassed right in front of your hon'. Despite the bullshit, Black still here making hits. Down
right now But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro ghetto, shit That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear Throw your guns in the air Socialize, get down
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
, it's just the way this player knows anything goes Finally caught up with my nigga Sam Sam Picked me up, in the tan Lex land Wanted breakfast down at
my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike Anyone Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, action, pack guns Ridiculous and I'm, quick to bust
do baby girl Get on the dance floor Will you put your drink down Come and dance with me What it do baby girl Get on the dance floor Will you put your drink down
packed yet (Come On) Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down wylin out Till the club is closed down, talk to me [Chorus: Pharell] + (Busta Rhymes) I said Busta
them fucking ill ones Busta Rhymes in the place to be, Flipmode Squad Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here You know how it's going down, son Blow the
On) Nuff drinkin at the bar hold it down wylin out Till the club is closed down, talk to me [Chorus: Pharell + (Busta Rhymes)] I said Busta (What's
in casinos while I'm gambling with Arafat Money long, watch me purchase pieces of the Almanac Y'all already know I got the streets bust While I make ya bow down
strap, Got the door With a blunt in my mouth Say I?m bout to put the smack down You know ill put the smack down And put the smack down She Park in the
truck B-tch n-gga on the arm of her So I look her in her eye, start charming her Wanna know you very well, pretty skin caramel and a n-gga tryna bust