's dress precisely Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell Playing park benches, burning L's
when you see one Salute me! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Fabolous] On second thought, I got the heart of a s-s-s-s-solider I t-t-t-t-told ya I ain't come to play
, my wallet's fat and full of ones Yeah, it's all about the Washingtons, that's right You want White Castle? Need White Castle? Long as you got me it won't
's history Cocaine cocaine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a mother fucker's glow light Keep my dough right Man these white lines
Cuz I don't wanna look at the news Hard times seeing people crying Arabs and Jews Fighting for they religion Niggas livin like niggas Mexicans on the border White
so out of place Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots He's the biggest boss, comin' outta the
's working I mean it's different than ondine He keeps touring with those movies And he doesn't even pay us and the film I mean the film's just going to
heart, filled with darts, 99 Agents Know they Get Smart when I throw it in park Pop the trunk, sellin' CD's $15's for chumps 'Cause I'm like Noah's
G's And the finest *** O E's Lavish homes and luxury cars He's a ghetto superstar He's a playa He's a pimp, he's a mack Tilted brim in a Cadillac He'
Chyna White We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't right We say, "Fuck 'em, fuck 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't fuckin
ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid And walk the streets up in the wild like I don't fuckin' care If I ain't strapped that means I
was, I was just tryna get you a drink, I-I, oh God, you got anything else to put on" "No, I haven't, I haven't got anything else" "I'll walk you over
to thousands screaming our name A-list, play list, even my mum's famous I would do anything for some source of stadium status See the thing about life is that it's, it's
I ain't got to lie about my age (But what about Jermaine?) Fuck Jermaine He don't belong speakin mine or Timbaland's name And don't think, I don't read
you know we don't play that black and white shit Plus this stylist that you fucked When you was ecstasied up Was just a man who's dressed up as a white
'm sick right into show, riding on lolo's puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's don't f-ck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I aint got
Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back You ain't black! So you were poor and you were trailer trash
't bout a dollar really it ain't shit shawty I'm OG shawty ridin lo key shawty you know me seatbelt big heat shawty shop open he ain't never closed shawty