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[Los] Okay, ride it off the lot because I'm talking cash And watch the top fall like the stock market crash Rims so crazy, make them motherf*ckers stand around Shoes too big like some motherf*cking hand me downs Uh, f*ck all them damn haters, ride wide grills and then call it Fantasia If you ain't getting money where I'm from, n*gga play dead We getting rich off the white girl, K-Fed I don't want your b*tch, I just like the medulla Wrist game shining like Sprites in a cooler You run through the club and you tip a few dollars We drop enough cake to push strippers through college Uh, big nuts, let 'em hang low and f*ck all lame n*ggas, no rainbow Leave haters looking like they bit a lemon Decorate my bedroom with a bunch of pretty women They don't want me in the Bentley, can't stand me in the Chevy Keep my cars pretty like they got a mani and a pedi Uh, hard life equal hard rap So talk slick and get ya motherf*cking jaw slapped Yup, I got the meanest demeanor to back hand a n*gga, Venus, Serena Batman these n*ggas, black Medina Ike your whole block and sell smack to Tina Ice cream paint with the sundae guts Make your girlfriend wanna be my Monday slut You know I got a b*tch that like to take three E pills She stay higher than a AT&T bill But I'm pimping so soon as she ask for my weekend or nighttime minutes I'm sprinting, uh, never diss a n*gga hood We don't need three wishes, we just wish a n*gga would And you don't want beef, you just a wild boy yelling Leave stars 'round ya head like a Cowboys helmet Sitting on Emmitts, sh*tting on critics Big pimping truck like pimping on it's pivot And you come with that bullsh*t, hit you with that four-fifth 'Cause speaking 'bout that beef'll get them deacons in your pulpit Married to this money, they can't get me to divorce it You better get your honey 'cause she dig me like a fork lift No bullsh*t, she love my style I only pull her jeans up when she's upside down But why frown? You should be glad Sent her home with new handbags, who could be mad? Cocoa guts, marshmallow whip And I'm stirring up trouble with a hot chocolate b*tch If I'm not the sh*t you must of got me twisted Don't a dog leave his mark on every spot he visit? I'm sh*tting on rappers, pissing on haters Neck on Antarctica, wrist is on Vegas Diamonds on Africa, swagger on massacre Chevy on 23's, bars on Attica I'm getting too successful and it's looking like it hurt you So I'm spinning squares around and now they looking like a circle, Zero |