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We exclusively in the studio My nigga Casey Veggies, my nigga Roccett My nigga Tech on the boards My nigga Archie Davis Westside, OPM, Other People's Money Uh [Verse 1] I seen a new Porsche today, I'mma get my mom that Black on black Vans for real, like I'm in combat I get the same type of girls.. that LeBron snatch 'cept it ain't no guarantees in my contract True enough... fuck you, I been through enough Told 'em it was Other People Money, then I threw it up Makes sense Sometimes shoppin' is a day spent I might be off coppin' 'fore I pay rent Might be on Compton, get my whip washed Just so I can see her Just so I can see her do her lip gloss on it Man, this sound like I shoulda put Rick Ro$$ on it Niggas buyin' Rolexes with the tick tock on it Oh, that's what time it is I'ma let y'all handle minor biz I must be where you always tried to get Cuz when I came up, niggas feelings came out SongtexteThe cars pulled up, and the ceilings came out The ladies came through and they titties pushed up And just when she was ready to leave? I pushed up And told her "hey baby, I'm crazy, but I drive a 650 I'll drive to Vegas if you dip with me Let's shoot a video in the desert" She said "you already did that" I laughed was like "oh shit, how I forget that?" Make a QuikStop at the store, get some ZigZags Cold ass bottle of water and some Tic-Tacs My niggas buyin' 6 packs, not Kit-Kats Where your homegirl live at? tryna hit that I had two bottles of Veuv', don't wanna chit chat This is a world premiere, don't wan' miss that Didn't have me in yo top 10? still get math Niggas ain't figured it out? real shit lasts I could stop rappin' tomorrow and still get ass Like back high school, in the mornin', we used to skip class Told her "ooh girl you fine, wit yo thick ass" Yeah I said I told her "ooh girl you fine, wit yo thick ass" Aye [Verse 2] I love to watch her when she backin' up That ass remind me of the baddest truck A nigga probably took her out once, uh huh, that's wassup I'll have her at the house, cookin' for me, packin' lunch My phone never stop ringin', I get faxed a bunch Niggas playin' video games, yellin' "pass the blunt" I be in the studio writin', payin' taxes suck Niggas lettin' bullshit slide, come on, that's enough Play wit my money? and die, that's some tragic stuff Grew up on Laker games, I fuck with Rambis tough Did a show out in Boston, they think Magic sucks Niggas do spend that money, I be stackin' up Told her "you could bring your girl, y'all just lappin' up" Seems like I went from....just pickin' rappin' up To everybody new favorite rapper like fast as fuck I'm not the type that's gon' ask for much I'm not the type that's gon' Uh uh Just what's owed to me A lil' Patron, feel me? Some bitches that's gon' feel me, some niggas that won't kill me Niggas is grown feel me, I really don't pop pilly's I listen to Bob Marley, the wisdom that God give me Tryna go platinum, just hopin' that y'all hear me I really don't play ball, but niggas could ball feel me Uh, ha Like 50 Cent on y'all niggas I never heard a fly verse on shit from y'all niggas So I don't never wanna hear shit from y'all niggas Man I can't even walk thru the fuckin' mall with her Uh uh Cuz she fine with her thick ass I can pick you up anywhere except 10th Ave Haha You need me, not Slimfast Keep a Dom Kennedy shirt in yo' gym bag Aye Girl you fine with yo thick ass Girl you fine Aus Songtexte Mania