bunk, yeah How we gon' stop? Whoa How we gone quit? Shit Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy I came through swerving like this Good wit the game
your bunk How we gon' stop How we gone quit shit! Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy I came through swerving like this Good wit the game, gutter
Cuz' I got it All these hataz wanna grill me But fuck that I?m bout my money if it kills me (Yeah baby) And I?m up to no good Ay, I wish a mothafucka
That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right Just bendin' corners know just where you can find Me picture this, you only have to use yo' mind What you know good
what's up? What you sayin'? You tryin' to solve 'em? Forget the small talk let's get to the nitty gritty Me and Mike, two months, trump, Atlantic city
We off the x rated a liter of patron for u Ma-ma Chorus: She good for my money,good for my money,she good for my money she good (repeat) We spend around
expression takes heart, and guts Rhymes, and cuts Tight minds and not tight butts Reach your goal, like a puck I wish you good skill and not good luck
wanted to kill them fuckers Now I'm standing in the bad guys shoes Payin' my dues And I don't have no where to be Just another street hood in the inner city
down the highway past the city limit sign Check your troubles at the door, go on and have a good time The band can play the boogie beat so wear your dancing shoes
thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other be stealin them [Vigilante] You got a good
Cavalli that shit's so strong Like Paris Hilton, gotta carry me home So full, so far gone Forgot where I parked and lost my iPhone Still lookin? good and pretty Bad bitch in every city
turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel) Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels
the hood getting money we stuntin' If you hood and you know it clap your hands If you hood and you know it clap your hands Spent two on the shoes, spent
and hell Don't even bother me ever since eleven and twelve I've been that prodigy though life has never been swell Somewhere there's gotta be where a good
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin
yo nugz Keep on hatin' on tha l, big family We gon' steady come up and Im'a still smoke good And it feels so good And it feels so good Turnin' corners
em out/ He got drunk one night and told his boys off in the hood/ How he got his money back and now he doin good/ He ridin round his city with the same
! Fuck 'em! Living Long Island, nigger, they hit the zone, Cause everything is all good, just to get gone! Yes, so here I go, new bitch home, no fridge bitch, Step my both shoes