CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Build A Bear
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(You recordin' this, Mark?)
Yeah
Louis shades on, hat to the back
Switch on the glizzy, pocket full of racks
Miss my n***a Soda, we can't get him back
So any n***a that you catch, I got thirty racks
f**k it, make it fifty
We gon' turn up the whole city
Pull up, hit the lights, park the car, go get busy
Hop right out the bushes, pew-pew-pew, now you miss him
Went got me a bag, came and put on all my n***as
Now when b*t*hes see us, they can't tell who the richest
Made a million dollars, brought it right back to the trenches
Shoot your whole f**kin' head off, you stick it in my business
I ain't been in the hood since I been home, I'm on a mission
I ain't been in the mood to hit the club or hit no b*t*hes
Catch us out of town, yeah, we got choppers on this Sprinter
With a bag full of paper, thumbin' through it, me and Tizzle
Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah
Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my n***as, yeah
Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah
I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem
I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, b*t*h, I'm still the man
Take a project b*t*h and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear
Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there
Shorty, she got mad and f**ked my n***a, I don't give a damn
Came up with them n***as, now they hatin', I blame Instagram
Hit her off a Perc' and then I spinned her, I'm a ceiling fan
Told her, "Baby, I'ma call you back when I get a chance"
Been gettin' money, b*t*h, I been advanced, huh
Just sent my dog a kite, he still in the can, huh
You can't f**k with me, n***a, get your bands up
Shoot they ass down, make him pick his mans up
Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah
Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my n***as, yeah
Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah
I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem
I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, b*t*h, I'm still the man
Take a project b*t*h and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear
Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(You recordin' this, Mark?)
Yeah
Louis shades on, hat to the back
Switch on the glizzy, pocket full of racks
Miss my n***a Soda, we can't get him back
So any n***a that you catch, I got thirty racks
f**k it, make it fifty
We gon' turn up the whole city
Pull up, hit the lights, park the car, go get busy
Hop right out the bushes, pew-pew-pew, now you miss him
Went got me a bag, came and put on all my n***as
Now when b*t*hes see us, they can't tell who the richest
Made a million dollars, brought it right back to the trenches
Shoot your whole f**kin' head off, you stick it in my business
I ain't been in the hood since I been home, I'm on a mission
I ain't been in the mood to hit the club or hit no b*t*hes
Catch us out of town, yeah, we got choppers on this Sprinter
With a bag full of paper, thumbin' through it, me and Tizzle
Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah
Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my n***as, yeah
Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah
I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem
I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, b*t*h, I'm still the man
Take a project b*t*h and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear
Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there
Shorty, she got mad and f**ked my n***a, I don't give a damn
Came up with them n***as, now they hatin', I blame Instagram
Hit her off a Perc' and then I spinned her, I'm a ceiling fan
Told her, "Baby, I'ma call you back when I get a chance"
Been gettin' money, b*t*h, I been advanced, huh
Just sent my dog a kite, he still in the can, huh
You can't f**k with me, n***a, get your bands up
Shoot they ass down, make him pick his mans up
Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah
Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my n***as, yeah
Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah
I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem
I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, b*t*h, I'm still the man
Take a project b*t*h and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear
Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
