CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Big Biznezz
Oh my God Hocus
Vaze on the track boy
Yeah, Meech to go and get 'em
Meech to go and get 'em
Meech to go and get 'em
Okay
I can't f**k no b*t*h without a rubber, she can't try nothin'
Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'
These n***as be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clout nothin'
I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm Mister clap back
I went got some cash, I'm on some money sh*t, on God
I got off my a** ain't on no flocking sh*t, on God
She ran up some racks, she that my money b*t*h
I used to be poor, ain't had none of this, ain't that a b*t*h, on God
Take a look at me, they still in the rookie league
I was sellin' P-s and pushin' P, now they can book a G
I threw easy done we takin' jets and flies across the sea
Name an opp, can't talk to me
Name a n***a who bossin' me, on God
Yeah I come from pressure, this sh*t pressure how we spend bands
She gon' feel the pressure, she ain't gon' ask me "is it in yet"
300 in this Tesla, be established just to get in
300 shots the battlefield, Lil Fletch like we didn't win
I can't lose some knots and ties, why?, 'cause they disband
Thick b*t*h, she spread 'em thighs wide, this sh*t different
I run up some numbers in the summer, this sh*t [?]
I'm not in the drummer, I get commas, what's the business, on God
I can't f**k no b*t*h without a rubber, she can't try nothin'
Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'
These n***as be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clout nothin'
I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm on some clap back
I went got some cash, I'm on some money sh*t, on God
I got off my a** ain't on no flocking sh*t
She ran up some racks, she that my money b*t*h
I used to be poor, ain't had none of this, ain't doubt a b*t*h, on God
mopped out Jeep truck swervin'
I was on the backseat hungry and hurtin'
Now I do my thing and grindin' with a purpose
I know I ain't perfect, but I know I'm worth it
Not new to the game I can't [?] in person
They shake a** for fame, that sh*t crazy, n***as twerkin'
Shawty who they blame 'cause they hurtin' while I'm splurgin'
But I was at the bottom with the gang like a Persian
Used to ride the backseat, now I rock this jewelry now
Used to talk but that's cheap, they pay me from my service now
Sending sh*t, I won't wait no time, she celibate then I might sell a b*t*h
Most sh*t on my mind some scary sh*t, but I ain't scared of sh*t
Nathan [?] all he know is make a dollar
I'm from where they make a problem
Throw the [?], really rob 'em
Duck a case, fix your pasta
Why they hate, they fit the roster
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
I can't f**k no b*t*h without a rubber, she can't try nothin'
Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'
These n***as be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clout nothin'
I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm on some clap back
I went got some cash, I'm on some money sh*t, on God
I got off my a** ain't on no flocking sh*t
She ran up some racks, she that my money b*t*h
I used to be poor, ain't had none of this, ain't doubt a b*t*h, on God
Vaze on the track boy
Yeah, Meech to go and get 'em
Meech to go and get 'em
Meech to go and get 'em
Okay
I can't f**k no b*t*h without a rubber, she can't try nothin'
Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'
These n***as be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clout nothin'
I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm Mister clap back
I went got some cash, I'm on some money sh*t, on God
I got off my a** ain't on no flocking sh*t, on God
She ran up some racks, she that my money b*t*h
I used to be poor, ain't had none of this, ain't that a b*t*h, on God
Take a look at me, they still in the rookie league
I was sellin' P-s and pushin' P, now they can book a G
I threw easy done we takin' jets and flies across the sea
Name an opp, can't talk to me
Name a n***a who bossin' me, on God
Yeah I come from pressure, this sh*t pressure how we spend bands
She gon' feel the pressure, she ain't gon' ask me "is it in yet"
300 in this Tesla, be established just to get in
300 shots the battlefield, Lil Fletch like we didn't win
I can't lose some knots and ties, why?, 'cause they disband
Thick b*t*h, she spread 'em thighs wide, this sh*t different
I run up some numbers in the summer, this sh*t [?]
I'm not in the drummer, I get commas, what's the business, on God
I can't f**k no b*t*h without a rubber, she can't try nothin'
Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'
These n***as be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clout nothin'
I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm on some clap back
I went got some cash, I'm on some money sh*t, on God
I got off my a** ain't on no flocking sh*t
She ran up some racks, she that my money b*t*h
I used to be poor, ain't had none of this, ain't doubt a b*t*h, on God
mopped out Jeep truck swervin'
I was on the backseat hungry and hurtin'
Now I do my thing and grindin' with a purpose
I know I ain't perfect, but I know I'm worth it
Not new to the game I can't [?] in person
They shake a** for fame, that sh*t crazy, n***as twerkin'
Shawty who they blame 'cause they hurtin' while I'm splurgin'
But I was at the bottom with the gang like a Persian
Used to ride the backseat, now I rock this jewelry now
Used to talk but that's cheap, they pay me from my service now
Sending sh*t, I won't wait no time, she celibate then I might sell a b*t*h
Most sh*t on my mind some scary sh*t, but I ain't scared of sh*t
Nathan [?] all he know is make a dollar
I'm from where they make a problem
Throw the [?], really rob 'em
Duck a case, fix your pasta
Why they hate, they fit the roster
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
I can't f**k no b*t*h without a rubber, she can't try nothin'
Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'
These n***as be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clout nothin'
I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm on some clap back
I went got some cash, I'm on some money sh*t, on God
I got off my a** ain't on no flocking sh*t
She ran up some racks, she that my money b*t*h
I used to be poor, ain't had none of this, ain't doubt a b*t*h, on God
