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Four years later, they still sleeping on me And I ain't gotta get the strap, because I keep it on me It's crazy how I got a big dick without a dick It's Young M.A., don't ever let that name come out your lips I'm the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib, and you can die inside your living room If gettin' money mean you dumb, well fuck it then, I been a fool And I ain't just go and get the food, I built the kitchen too I'd rather be inside some pussy, than do this interview Little gay nigga, hoes been on me since like middle school Break up with a bitch, by next week I won't remember you Just because I put it in, don't mean I'm into you In them foreign countries with them foreign chicks Foreign whip, foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit Niggas wildin' out in Paris Caught, 'Are you recording this?" Put S200,000 on my balance just for talkin' shit Fuckin' up a tour and shit Green handle the important shit It's funny how haters throwin' shots, but they ain't callin' it Clear the way, make room, please excuse That's a real nigga walking in (wooh) Huh? This M.A., bitch, ugh You got something on your mind, then say that shit We kingpins, this is not a playpen In other words, we don't play that shit SongtexteM.A. 'bout to drop, better play that shit Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit They be like "Ooh, I hate that bitch" Ooh, but ain't they broke? And, ain't I rich? Ooh, ooh, shake 'em off Niggas wasn't on they job, had to lay 'em off A nigga wasn't on his job, had to break her off Three words for these hoes, "Take it off" Ooh, drop panties, no hands please She don't need Plan B's She pop Xanny's like it's candy That's why she antsy, but she nasty And I'm a thoroughbred nigga with a attitude It's Young M.A., make sure the 'M' and 'A is capital Being broke is a joke, that's why I'm never in a laughing mood Always got the track clickin' like some tapping shoes It was either get rich, or die, I had to choose 'Get Rich or Die Trying,' Curtis Jackson move Bipolar, can't control her, keep a tool with me Strap across my shoulder, 'cause my mind is like a bag of screws Huh? This M.A., bitch, ugh You got something on your mind, then say that shit We kingpins, this is not a playpen In other words, we don't play that shit M.A. 'bout to drop, better play that shit Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit They be like "Ooh, I hate that bitch" Ooh, but ain't they broke? And, ain't I rich? Flex, ooh, Hercules In this motherfuckin' booth, leavin' third degrees Cookin' crack up in that stu', I gotta serve the fiends Hop in that Maybach, tell the driver, "Um, curtains please" Rich and filthy, still rock silkies, rare most certainly Black and blue, that green one too, just copped that burgundy I swear I tried to change my ways, but it ain't work for me Fuck a bitch, 'cause currently my mood is currency And I'm sippin' Hennessy Make sure it's Privilége please I'm countin' up, she said 'How much?' I said 'Infinity' If I don't come for you, aye, do not send for me 'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock Take her virginity (crr) Big pimpin' spendin' G's What I look like trickin' on a bitch? That ain't did shit for me Keep bein' my vicinity without abilities All you haters, hold my nuts and suck my dignities (sheesh) Aus Songtexte Mania