and black Asics standin' on the pavement Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we work the grave shift Fuck that long money, nigga, get paid quick and don't save
don't know my style, watch when they heads bop I'm on the highway, girls pull 'em down my way Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday The
you're fightin' me Take it easy player Talkin' greasy player, know you can feel me player Uhh, you put it down tight Yeah, you not havin' what you want don't
more Go, get you some Mansion, lots, planes, phantoms, bitch you better Go, get you some Hustlin', jugglin', robbin', stealin' shit, I gotta get this
, forget they get hit up You better be bout that shit you kick Like Dipset bitch, you trynna get wet up I don't politic, don't even speak, see I don't
the sky Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy Fly like a Mayne I'm fly as a plane, me and Lil Wayne Spitting game, get your girl weezy like his name We don't
Cause you can't be down, you had gravity deficiency (We spit thoughts!) I translate harpoons to sharp death When the point is made, from my underwater breath Don't get
you must be bent G, don't tempt me I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit You
in the dark I wish I coulda seen, what you had planed for me Fancy clothes and fancy cars We go that far but turned to misery When you don't go Basic
sellin' that fake Louie, huh?" "Hey! Don't be turnin' the highside up in here. You don't even got the dope..." "Oh, baby, I don't need the highside
ain't never seen a dunn like me, bet that I'm the B and I don't lie I be comin' down the block and comin', comin' down the block And comin', comin' down
brothers deep Pimp and Bun, we run the streets, which streets? Man, pick your hood Don't matter, we represented, cross us? We gon' get you good Them Down South veterans, ain't
Most of these jokers is chokers But I don't even play poker Pull 'em down your cheesy lookin' posters They look up to me like a bird I look down on '
can't afford the oxen Fee fie et cetera I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone I get
' Your crew's doo-doo and you seem to think that I be jokin' Buckshot got me opin' as you get your body broken Foldin' hoes get dropped like dominoes
I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood
from all over the world, when we see a hata tryin to hard to get on our level, we just keep laughin at 'em, i don't get mad, (chorus) (Flo Rida
that emoticon Got a bunch of haters, but I got more to count Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped I don't really know a lot, but