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You at home broke as fuck doing the milly rock I'm in Hollywood with millions, check my Diddy bop Sipping Actavis, I put that on my double cup Pushing work, man, we got the whole city hot Raised up on Jeezy, Jay'd up on Yeezys Young Money millionaires, me, T and Weezy Sixteen in the peezy Another sixteen, that's a PT 36 that's a keyzee Push button start, bitches thought I lost my keys, please Trappin' out my haunted house of ghosts, there's some scares there And I got that work, homie yeah, yeah Finessing all these niggas, I need air fare All these diamonds dancing on me, baby very I might call them Michael Jordans, I need every pair Tell your homie hit my line, I got fishscale Certified hustler, yeah, real street nigga It took me 31 years to make my first million But I ain't trippin', this the beginnin' Lost deposits at Chase, no time for chasing women All black Porsche slammed on them red mags I peel her top back and watch the haters get mad They need to stop it, niggas don't like when you Balling on them bitches, they just mad cause they ain't got shit And niggas with the gossip, ol' Dr. Phil ass nigga SongtexteYou might as well go 'head on and start a talk show Me and Hoody making big moves off in this Tahoe Your bitch travel hundred feet, work off in that rental Backstabber smile in my face, showing the dentals But you know me, I chunk the deuces at them bitches Never stop the chat, I keep it moving on them bitches In and out of town and yeah I do it for my city East side New Orleans is where a nigga get it So have your money right or else I ain't fucking with ya And I ain't posing twice so I hope you got the picture Ya dig? Reporting live from the mother ship And I ain't talking nothin' but Young Money shit Yeah, I ain't talking no more Cash Money shit Yeah, I ain't talking no more, now I'm coming, bitch Distorting guys with the cutter I'll rob a motherfucker talking all that big money shit Got me hustling like I never had shit I'm restarting from the bottom, now ain't that a bitch But watch me turn this pen into a Brad Pitt Yeah, watch me turn this world into a hand print The money made me hungry like I'm fastin' I see the stars line up, I feel like NASA I see my homies give up on me like I'm average I went back and counted up and no more stunting like my daddy, ah Then my bitches hit me up and said she love me like a daddy, ah Cuban bitch walking 'round my house like she live there Wake up in the mall, she dribble like Sebastian Telfair I see y'all ain't playin' fair, I see you, you layin' there You see bitches everywhere, you might see them in Vanity Fair My homie got that Danity Kane Them shots like planes they landing here Oh yeah, and we got them bitches on that wifi It's a bird, it's a plane, them bitches sky high Back up off me motherfucker, whoa yeah yeah Me, T and Hoody feel like Dame, Hov and Tata Me, Mack and Po feel like Leon, Hov and Tata My bitch don't own panty hoes nor a bra top Roll up the windows in the Rolls, nigga hotbox Cut on some Drizzy in this bitch, we don't cha cha Whole time I was ready, ain't no cotton mouths in my fetti Ain't no Toms, ain't no Jerry Ain't it really ain't no thang, you niggas really don't gang bang I'm with that mob smoking gas, ain't no limit on my tank Up, up, up and away, cup, cup, cuppin' all day We sipping that oil, we sipping that oil, more oil than Olive Olay You killas don't play, kill 'em on sight in the middle of the day Shoot a nigga right in the middle of his face Bullet be vile like the venom in a snake Pussy be tighter than traffic, LA We got that white, we traffic all day I went from Kool Aid and PBJ Now it's champagne and caviar steak But still reporting live from the gutter, bitch Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step Yeah, now before I fade away I gotta stutter step Before I fade away I hit 'em with the stutter step I hustle like it's nothin', left my woman in her underwear My youngin don't wear underwear, I love my - Yeah I love my baby mother, your little hoody ain't no huggy bear I represent that grizzly bear, my neck look like a city fair Page out the Jungle Book, amazed is how your woman look When she see me and all my niggas coming Afraid is how your gunners look, we take a finger, tongue or foot And mail it to your people, we mean business, get that understood [?] go back, I'm fucking good, a little bad, a ton of good I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secure, okay I'm pretty like Blair Underwood, she insecure, my gun secure, okay No ceilings Aus Songtexte Mania