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[Verse 1:] Making these moves, tryna get this bread Before I lose, bitch I'm at your head Taking that bitch right up off your neck Young niggas don't play 'round where I'm at Nigga, I'm from Cleveland, heartless killers E'rybody strapped, nigga mind yo business Niggas come through, and ain't even no witness Don't get set up by these grimy ass bitches Don't nobody really know where Chip is 'Til he pull up in something ridiculous Ridin' on 4s, we ain't hittin' no switches These ain't out yet, you can't get this Bout' to put the new school on them 6s Sitting up high like a Mack truck Got that hammer on me Ho ass nigga better back up I'm out here, fresh as fuck With the 40 cal. tucked, nigga fuck yo luck Now I'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot Her aim is tight so you niggas better duck And we laughing all the way to bank, cause shit is funny Cop a crib and decorate that bitch, with real money She intrigued by them whips That Lexus, that Benz, gave her reason to get Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing dick SongtexteThat's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this bitch She ain't on that none of that corny ass shit Nigga we're living this shit for real Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill I ain't showing no love, I ain't cutting no deals Stay up out my face, when you see a nigga, chill When you come to the show, put your hands up high We up in this ho, we extra fire Yea they call me the truth, cause a nigga no lie Throw two up when a nigga ride by [Hook: x2] Nigga I'm out here, we getting it Shining, you sick of it I'm out here, fuck with me On the freeway, buck 50 I'm out here, I'm dolo Got bread now, ain't no ho I'm out here (nigga I'm out here) My nigga I'm out here (nigga I'm out here) [Verse 2:] Hey boo Don't do what I do, bitch do what I say do OK boo? Don't try to play me and I won't play you We rolling, buck 50 on the freeway 650i, no roof, me and my bitch smoking DVD watching Coming to America, floating Nigga we winning Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow 24s my nigga, we getting it Cell phone been dead, ain't nobody seen me in a minute Nigga, my crib is mostly glass So you can see us in here living 4 or 5 guns and blunts getting passed Young niggas doing good, just chilling I valet in the front Walk in the club, hitting the blunt Nigga this how we live for real No punchlines, I ain't even tryna stunt Roll up 4 cause we up in this ho In VIP, just for me and these hoes Not giving a fuck who in this bitch Me, I got killers up in here though St. Claire niggas up in here though You already know, we got bread to blow Yea bitch, I'm hotter than Mexico So tell a bad bitch, give me head fa sho Nigga this Chip, better learn my name Tryna stack my bread, tryna stay up in the game Tryna fuck these hoes, make them tat my name Send a bitch home, don't give her no change Should've been a pleasure, fucking with a boss If you don't choose me, bitch that's your loss Eating good, nigga Benihana with shrimp sauce Know y'all mad, hope you stay pissed off Me and my bitch getting tatted up outside Smoking that shit that make you lose yo mind Swear to God this young nigga here gon' shine Fuck you all up, nigga I'm a get mine [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania