CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Global Wide Pimp Brothers
Woo
Ay, f**k all you critics
F**k all you haters
F**k all you n***as
F**k all the critics
Uh
I remember when I ain't had sh*t
Now I'm top floor, chop game with ya b*t*h
Coming with a plan so we can all get rich
Money in the bag, don't touch that sh*t
Get off my d**k, chop game with ya b*t*h
.40 in the whip in case you tryna hit a lick
H-Town flow, let a young n***a spit
You talk a lot of sh*t, I hope you do it on a d**k
Riding in the back, man, whip gettin' lit
Jack life forever, man, I love this sh*t
Counting up the paper, I don't love that b*t*h
You the type to love, kiss and hug that b*t*h
Got a whole sack, I wanna hug that b*t*h
Got a court date, I'm like f**k that sh*t
Hustle everyday just so I could pay the rent
Stick a n***a up for the paper real quick
Josh he an animal, I'm speaking real sh*t
Hop on the block and I'm bleeding that b*t*h
Cops [?] know a n***a take risks
FaceTime with the plug and you know we talking bricks
No losses with the sack, I ain't taking no sh*t
Fifty-nine in the coupe and I'm racing that sh*t
Got the top back, the block hating that sh*t
Got ya b*t*h with me, n***a hating that sh*t
Just pimped a new hoe but I hate that b*t*h
I'ma make that b*t*h then break that b*t*h
Pu**y n***a talk, I don't play that sh*t
But if the pu**y lips talk, here's what I say to that sh*t
"Umm, is it mine?"
"Baby girl, is it mine?"
"I'm on probation can that pu**y pay my fines?"
Baby if you making money then I'm making time
If the pu**y don't pay me bills then don't say it's mine
Grilled up like Jay-Z in '89
And you broke n***as might as well make a sign
I can take a ugly b*t*h and make her fine
Since a youngin, I been turning pennies into dimes
We done went from eating Dennys to Benihan-
And we sipping on that act, a zip a line
I'm feeling like Shaq in '99
This the truth, looking dead into the lion's eyes
And them boys say they hot, we on a higher high
If the n***a spreading lies then he gotta die
Me and my momma don't really see eye to eye
And that sh*t hurts so much, sometimes I gotta cry
But I'ma brush that to side like McDonald's fries
Been down so long, b*t*h, we gotta ride
Yung Josh, b*t*h, that's who I idolize
And this verse finalize
Ay, f**k all you critics
F**k all you haters
F**k all you n***as
F**k all the critics
Uh
I remember when I ain't had sh*t
Now I'm top floor, chop game with ya b*t*h
Coming with a plan so we can all get rich
Money in the bag, don't touch that sh*t
Get off my d**k, chop game with ya b*t*h
.40 in the whip in case you tryna hit a lick
H-Town flow, let a young n***a spit
You talk a lot of sh*t, I hope you do it on a d**k
Riding in the back, man, whip gettin' lit
Jack life forever, man, I love this sh*t
Counting up the paper, I don't love that b*t*h
You the type to love, kiss and hug that b*t*h
Got a whole sack, I wanna hug that b*t*h
Got a court date, I'm like f**k that sh*t
Hustle everyday just so I could pay the rent
Stick a n***a up for the paper real quick
Josh he an animal, I'm speaking real sh*t
Hop on the block and I'm bleeding that b*t*h
Cops [?] know a n***a take risks
FaceTime with the plug and you know we talking bricks
No losses with the sack, I ain't taking no sh*t
Fifty-nine in the coupe and I'm racing that sh*t
Got the top back, the block hating that sh*t
Got ya b*t*h with me, n***a hating that sh*t
Just pimped a new hoe but I hate that b*t*h
I'ma make that b*t*h then break that b*t*h
Pu**y n***a talk, I don't play that sh*t
But if the pu**y lips talk, here's what I say to that sh*t
"Umm, is it mine?"
"Baby girl, is it mine?"
"I'm on probation can that pu**y pay my fines?"
Baby if you making money then I'm making time
If the pu**y don't pay me bills then don't say it's mine
Grilled up like Jay-Z in '89
And you broke n***as might as well make a sign
I can take a ugly b*t*h and make her fine
Since a youngin, I been turning pennies into dimes
We done went from eating Dennys to Benihan-
And we sipping on that act, a zip a line
I'm feeling like Shaq in '99
This the truth, looking dead into the lion's eyes
And them boys say they hot, we on a higher high
If the n***a spreading lies then he gotta die
Me and my momma don't really see eye to eye
And that sh*t hurts so much, sometimes I gotta cry
But I'ma brush that to side like McDonald's fries
Been down so long, b*t*h, we gotta ride
Yung Josh, b*t*h, that's who I idolize
And this verse finalize
