it) and I like it And I like it, (You know I like it) I, I And I like it, (Come on, come on, come on) and I like it And I like it, (Come on, come on)
I need a go girl [E-40] Uggh, she over there hittin it She getting it, Grittin it, grindin it, grippin it Poppin, lockin, droppin and dippin it Pickin it up and lickin it
ova they shouldas (what) Chuggin' on dro got smoke in my windpipe Always wanna know bout my hoes and my pimp life pimp life) Nigga what it is what it was what it
think it sound clever on records, Secondly, gods first, should never be second, and if youre livin' wrong, money can never correct it I'ma say it once
A Potty Mouth Like Andrew Dice Clay I Pop Collars On Niggas, I Drop Dollars On Niggas I Jell O's Together I Bill Cosby On Niggas Got You Lost In The Smoke
in brand new Bentleys That's right stupid! Soon as they couped it, I went and scooped it Now I'm on the move, on the move Running the City, something
on on the game whenever they play They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate
till I click on a rage Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age Chick on the
[Chorus] I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy (Watch it, please) Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be
And I pace myself I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep em' on a diet Embrace they health Or either keep em' on a quiet
want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear
I shed light on the darker I come form Nigeria inspired to talk drum The soul proprietor on the globe from our sun I own it Now everybody on it My mind
singing] Maintaininnnnn, there'll be no mo' complaininnnnn It's alright, if only for one niiiight Maintaininnnnn, tryin to keep it from raininnnnn It'
keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just
, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not That's how it go on the block
keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't eat spinach I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing just
