be some where with you boo boo boo I'm just sitting here thinkin Sittin here drinkin bout you Yes I'm just sitting here thinkin Sittin here drinkin bout you
That's the only way you 'gon see Baby at a concert ya know [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] Now do ya have more riches Than the sea got fishes Can you do more
for you, and keep it money over bitches [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Fatal] I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you
to die To my homies in heaven I ain't scared to die Do you wanna live forever? Are you scared, to die? Or will you scream, when you fry? I don't fear
you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking
hideout Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models Now let's get it like Low did it, if you done it Then I did
Big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models, Now let's get it like... Low fitted it, If you done it, Then I did
hearts throbbin' Hit me with the dub when you see me out mobbin' [Hook] [K.B.:] I fuck these hoes skinny or swole He bitchin' bout ugly toes You ain
you think Member of the mighty Shady Records, nigga you ain't Think you fuckin with me then double whatever you drink You can't fathom what the bitch
a hot pocket And I don't microwave it They like that stove-toppet What you know bout gucci Bitch you don't know bout nothing You can't tell me much Girl you
and see the sign [?] I know you bout to die, but let me see your ID I know you bout to lie, but can you pay this fee? if you can?t pay, then please have
Got an academy of haters comin after me I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money Pull
my name like Candyman And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman But if you don't need a fix, girl you gotta leave You can't take that all at one
you been fiending ?bout what you been praying for? What you been screaming ?bout? ironic you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming ?bout
y'all niggaz, my prediction is you rewind this Your highness, Q-Boro's finest Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas Grant you a wish, you get rich
the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting Big Sean is a don Cyhi da Prince Why you so nervous dog stop being tense If you ain't talking bout rocks we ain'
you have A boring ass wife and a daughter crack queen You drink drive the brand new car Na djust bribe another cop when you get caught You whine out loud 'bout
to the head Off the Motorola kite, late night life (What chu' dealin' with) I'm gettin' rich so we can get bricks that you can end with And if you from
