(Fabolous)
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea
There 's alot of money over here
(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha
Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn
Eu sou back Eu não know what the fuck is wrong with these nigga
(Verse 1)
Maybe cause estou eatin And these Bastards Fiend for my grub
I carry Pumps like I serve gasoline para these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin on Dubs
And they can not afford chrome sob they puttin vasoline on they hubs
estou lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina para RUB
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These nigga hate estou movin so much cash and cream in the clube
and dont pass my green on my bub
But estou a fly nigga that do not do much to pull her and Dick her
Everyday Eu sou poppin a tab and pullin a Stick
Everyday estou switchin the tags and pullin up Sick
Every "K" estou loadin the Mags com balas para Flicker
and I aint hesitatin Homie estou pullin it Quick
Sob you can act Tough After a few pull on some liquor
Got em pullin on nigga
And they will not be goin nowhere for a while
Eles might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
(Chorus)
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I Spender
And look at all this jewlery that estou em
And look at all the places that Eu tenho been
And look at all the women in Those brim
look at the blue flames that estou em
I look at all the bullshit that there been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
(Verse 2)
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I Went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a lamber for three-fifty
Think I throw you Grams if you read with me
Just Because you see me on the câmera com P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy ??? Agora I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the soap its Gonna Blame
A informação put Freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
Thats Why estou watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) Grams rope and hunn-ed Grams < br /> At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understands or use Better senso
These nigga dont want no beef they want lawsuit Settlements nigga!
( Chorus)
(Ver-3)
estou in a waggy com em passin por ya
com a baby girl who suck Harder than Maggie on a pacifier
o que estou smokin'll have you Aggie as your last Supplier
Quando você cão Smell it through the bag you know that 's some fire
Gettin stressed por these Hotties mais regular
I got a revista para press to your body like editors
Test me Somebody estou beggin ya
I got the Gatling Gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
eu sou a Hustler I dont sling no Rock to the Fiend now
Got dudes who sit on Corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
Cause I chop jobs Bigger than Chris Rock front teef
estou the nigga tearin the Wall up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
of the Cris
And while you at probation filhinha a small cup full of piss
estou in a coupe com a roof that ball up like a fist (catch up!)
(Chorus)
Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea)
Eu sou a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh)
Desert Storm Street Family (unh) nós aqui (yea)
Young G s Salute (yea)
Get this fuckin money mão
It 's alot of fuckin money over here (yea)
Eu não know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea)
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