and you runnin' out of time I found me a bad one, standin', interceptin' She whispered in my ear, she so glad she met me Pretty caramel, name Rochelle She so hot
gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other
It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather
frames I'm lookin at her frames She askin Do I rap? I'm like nah, bitch I sing Thousand dollar jeans she like It's a recession Other niggas stressin
hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I've got
clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeah this hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for this the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
the streets with heat If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public If you runnin' for your life In hot
shit they came wit rollin' hard You try to serve me, you'll get served wit' no regard I'm on a all night flight Swingin' these others, got these cluckers
A lil' better, yep Lil Skateboard P Yezzur, hot, yezzur, hot Yezzur, hot, yezzur Ma, the way you huggin' on me it's a problem The fuck you tryna end
me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper, cornrows and a bandana But I get a hundred and fifty thousand dollar
what I feel with southern finesse So debonair if he dare, bet he got best dressed Full length mink, gator belt, gator vest Including shoes, a ten thousand dollar
hundred for all cops on the first look Got money on the books And we got the dollars for Impalers And the Thumpers and the Hummers And I'm throwing out the other
Young Moula [Gudda Gudda] If you didn't, now you know It's the million dollar nigga Wit' the million dollar flow Icicle chain Got a million dollar glow
the Modena I'll give it all from two to fo'-seaters It ain't gotta be Halloween, I'm trickin' just to treat her Jealousy in the urr, other girls wanna
the other side on the room Whether you with me or you?re against me I?m on the other side of the room I remember when we used to carry them things Back in the days Hot
like infedy Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy Leave all the does behind that act iffy We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat Till the other side
t even afford a happy meal from McDonald's Broke bitch Five dollars worth of gas, where you goin 'cross the street? Broke bitch You just wanna marry a million dollar
