(First we) fuck bitches, (then we) get money x4 (then we) fuck bitches, (but first we) get money x4 spend money like it grow on trees that's why my
everbody was in Woodstock Like yeah Bitch I'm out my medulla, don't look at me too wrong cause I will use this fuckin ruler, Like yeah Bitch I'm out my
real, When I'm talkin ya listen (listen) You wann define hot boy, I'm ya best definition I'm a all-around hustla (hustla), that there mean whateva I could get
: [B.G.] What's happenin main? This B. Gizzle Your number one original hot boy...ya heard and I got Collipark Music...They got me bouncin' wit dis one
t know its me thats in the camoflauge caddy It's 2004, Chopper City in this bitch Fuckin the game up on some real nigga shit (Talking) We still get our shine on, ya
bust, and I know you don' wan' die You see eight Bentleys comin' on a late Sunday I know you know that's Cash Money Millionaires comin' We be layin' it down - don't give a fuck
ya know Look man (mumbling) My two fa-shiggity, ya understand And everything else is like They all, ya know, impossible, ya heard me I love my children ya
bustin', and pluckin' Fuck it Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch, Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money you straight FUCK
get capped Its like that I won't mine just like you want yurn I gotta get my shine on cuz I feel like its my turn Fuck a bitch My money is way more important
lot of feddi Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya aint ready Turk: We'll leave ya block shook Fuck ya hoe and get a hook Nigga who try sizin' up get
ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber Then toss that bitch nigga cause I don't love her Balla, Manny bought a private plane Then turned around and sold that bitch
paper chase we wanted ta shine Gotta get it how you live where the fuck I'm from Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I'm from Growin' up in the streets
Josephine Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck
a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose And out your yay, I'll rape ya But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya
get straight to it You could take it how ya wanna Bring it how ya feel Accept it in blood cuz Ya get it how ya live nigga (Verse 2) Fuck all that assholin
round, 50 shot'll get me toted I'ma wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets spin [Turk] Don't fuck with bitch
