feat. Z-Ro, Lil' Flex, Buddah Man) [Hook:] I've got to stack my paper daily, (on my grind) Keeping ways this crooked game can pay me, (on my mind) On
row, great head Skin tone seems smoother than a water stone Don't move, girl, let-let me grab my camera phone Talk to me, baby, you ain't got no man yet
Lee] It don't stop Straight to the top til the game lock You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block Stackin' up my bread, make me stand a little taller
full throttle Bright to die Thats my motto in the fast lane Drinking champaign out the bottle Thug style on the danceflo' pop my colla' Bump and grind
my wrist all froze So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy Do the damn thang, do the damn thang A nigga might grin but it ain't still
close to me And put my hands on your booty I wanna show you a good time And pop it off with slow grind [Hook] This is for all my sexy ladies I've been
So good things come to those who wait Sure, I've waited about pop-pop-pop-pop That's four cousins shot! I got grudges, let's discuss this, my music needs
[Verse 1:] So good things comes for those wait, sure I've waited about pop pop pop pop That's four cousins shot I got grudges, let's discust this My
call me Xanax I ain't even goin' hard Told you my flow is sharp And when the dro is sparked Sittin' back Rosa Parks Don't call me lazy I ain't just some
all my stripper friends grin and when I do I'm a feel so good Cause she goin make it out that hood So don't ask what I do with my bread And my kids got a roof on
a lil' lap dance Come and grind on the willy of a black man In my ear tellin' me the shit a nigga like to hear While I nibble on ya nipple like Pac-Man
gun for it But wouldn't blow if George Jung wrote it I cough on the chorus, sneeze on that loose leaf Napkin Nigga my loogies eat tracks up Now while my
and painted six, and the wrist frost bit They see a nigga on the grind, and he just won't quit I keep pumping and keep em jumping, on the tip of my dick
I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies Everything else, is expendable Find out that fake niggaz, ain't dependable I don't
ride, I got a pistol on my side Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside I keep my mind on my money, and money on my mind I ain't got no time
my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggaz wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
cemetery So I keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on cocking If my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin I ain't stoppin [Hook] We ain
