be some where with you boo boo boo I'm just sitting here thinkin Sittin here drinkin bout you Yes I'm just sitting here thinkin Sittin here drinkin bout you
lines The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed
trying to get you, when you live in H-Town And you throwed, in the game Wanna get you for your mouthpiece or your name Have you giving up hits, having
got on my knees and I say my praise and repent everytime I misbehave You want to get me for my riches better mind your bidness, I minded for you Fuck
comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Fatal] I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you
to die To my homies in heaven I ain't scared to die Do you wanna live forever? Are you scared, to die? Or will you scream, when you fry? I don't fear
simple, you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you
the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting Big Sean is a don Cyhi da Prince Why you so nervous dog stop being tense If you ain't talking bout rocks we ain
you think Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga you ain't Think you fuckin with me then double whatever you drink You can't fathom what the bitch
my hideout Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models Now let's get it like Low did it, if you done it Then I
hideout Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models Now let's get it like Low did it, if you done it Then I did
Big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models, Now let's get it like... Low fitted it, If you done it, Then I did
a hot pocket And I don't microwave it They like that stove-toppet What you know bout gucci Bitch you don't know bout nothing You can't tell me much Girl you
and see the sign [?] I know you bout to die, but let me see your ID I know you bout to lie, but can you pay this fee? if you can?t pay, then please have
Got an academy of haters comin after me I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money Pull
say my name like Candyman And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman But if you don't need a fix, girl you gotta leave You can't take that all at
what you been fiending ?bout what you been praying for? What you been screaming ?bout? ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming ?bout
: Talking] I'm So Far Ahead Man! [Verse 1:] What They Talking Bout Fee They ain't Saying Shit It Could Weak A Whole Court Like Stan Smith Or Judge Judy You
