Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish)Hit the house lick, tell me is you wit' it, ya bish? (Ya bish)Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive)From nine-to-five I know it's vacant, ya bish (ya bish)Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do)Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (they wasn't cool)I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (tell my bros)Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on)
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (ya bish)Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish (ya bish)The only thing we had to free our mind (free our mind)Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (see dollar signs)You looking like an easy come up, ya bish (ya bish)A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (ya bish)And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (we never knew)Go at a reverend for the revenue
It go Halle Berry or hallelujahPick your poison, tell me what you doingEverybody gon' respect the shooterBut the one in front of the gun lives forever(The one in front of the gun, forever)And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel
Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I feelNah, a dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feelNah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feelNah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel
Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do)Bump that new E-40 after school (way after school)You know "Big Ballin' With My Homies" (my homies)Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (thinkin' rational)Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (ya bish)Another casualty at war, ya bish (ya bish)Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (my Tony head)He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (ya bish)
That Louis Burgers never be the same (won't be the same)A Louis belt will never ease that pain (won't ease that pain)But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (that day is jerkin')Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis skirtin')Gang signs out the window, ya bish (ya bish)Hoping all of them offend you, ya bish (ya bish)They say your hood is a pot of gold (pot of gold)And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
It go Halle Berry or hallelujahPick your poison, tell me what you doingEverybody gon' respect the shooterBut the one in front of the gun lives forever(The one in front of the gun, forever)And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel
Nah, nah, a dollar might just fuck your main bitch, that's just how I feelNah, a dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feelNah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feelNah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel
Be the last one out to get this dough? No wayLove one of you bucket-headed hoes? No wayHit the streets, then we break the code? No wayHit the brakes when they on patrol? No way
Be the last one out to get this dough? No wayLove one of you bucket-headed hoes? No wayHit the streets, then we break the code? No wayHit the brakes when they on patrol? No way
'Magine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick your pocketsSanta Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spillin', pistols poppingBaking soda YOLA whipping ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive himPots with cocaine residue, every day I'm hustlin'What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?Gotta provide for my daughter n'em, get the fuck up out my way, bitchGot that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bitch
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stashIf they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my assFrom the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking, bloodBitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs, but it's all goodBroken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it isTake your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker isIn the streets with a heater under my DungareesDreams of me getting shaded under a money tree
It go Halle Berry or hallelujahPick your poison, tell me what you doingEverybody gon' respect the shooterBut the one in front of the gun lives forever(The one in front of the gun, forever)And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel
Kendrick, just bring my car back man, I called in for another appointmentI figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anywaysLook, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house manThis man's on one, he feeling good than a motherfuckerShit, I'm tryna get my thing going too, just bring my car back (girl, I want your body, I want your body)Shit, he faded, he feeling good, look, listen to him ('cause you got a big ol' fat ass)Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat assSee he high as hell, shit, he ain't even trippin' off themDamn dominoes no more (girl, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol-)Just bring the car backDid somebody say dominoes?