Set It Off

Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Pistols] Yeah, it's Blood Money, baby You know how I love money 2 Pistols It's Blood Money, baby I'm gettin' money, what you know about it? Talkin' 'bout that money (Ah-hah), that bring the ho up out her Big faced hundreds (Ah-hah), I need some ones, though (Oh) One (One), two (Two), three (Three), le'go [Chorus: 2 Pistols] We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off (Yeah) We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off (Yeah) We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off Lean in my cup, got me leanin' on my dog We 'bout to set it off, set it off, we throwin' money (Money) We 'bout to set it off, got a hundred bottles comin' (Comin') We 'bout to set it off, set it off, in this bitch (Bitch) You pussy niggas hatin' (Hatin'), well, you could suck a dick, bitch, I'm rich [Verse 1: 2 Pistols] Uh, young nigga with a old swag Seven-trey, candy paint, antique tags Fuck it, I'ma pull out my new shit Roof gone, sun hit the wrist and blind a bitch Smokin' on my swisher, slidin' through the city Got my hand on my pistol, your bitch screamin', "2 Pistols" And I'm wavin' on her I ain't fucked her in a while and she way fatter You still believin' all her lies, I been smashed her That's like talkin' 'bout "She Got It," man, that been platinum I'm the talk 'round my city, man, they stay yappin' I got them bitches goin' crazy, straight jacket I bet these ten thousand ones get that ass clappin' Like Wale them said, "Do it with no hands, baby" Redbone lookin' tasty I'm standin' on the couch, tell them to shake it [Chorus: 2 Pistols & Torch] We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off (Yeah) We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off (Yeah) We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off Lean in my cup, got me leanin' on my dog We 'bout to set it off, set it off, we throwin' money (Money) We 'bout to set it off, got a hundred bottles comin' (Comin') We 'bout to set it off, set it off, in this bitch (Bitch, uh) You pussy niggas hatin' (Hatin', M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music), well, you could suck a dick, bitch, I'm rich (Check) [Verse 2: Torch] Forty-two, forty-three bottles in the club (Club) Forty-four on me, forty-five in the glove Forty-six on my wrist, forty-seven in my trunk (Got that C) Set it off like Latifah, loud reefer in my blood Mozart with them kis (Kis), Van Gogh with that beaker (That beaker) Pies like Little Caesar, R&B diva in my two seater (Uh-huh) That mouth wet like a pool (Pool), that pussy wet like the sea (Sea) Them troopers pulled the nigga over, she stashed the work like a "G" Tell her, "Set it off," no hesitate—clothes, she get 'em off Bad bitches love fuckin' me, they know I get 'em off (I hit 'em all) Chris Paul like I ball like I'm in your huddle (Like I'm in your huddle) Got brown, green and white, that's a triple double (That's a triple double) Brown paper bag cash, got the corner covered (Got the corner covered) Katrina in my Bimmer, need work? I could flood ya (I could flood ya) 2 Pistols, double MG, we doin' numbers [Chorus: 2 Pistols, Torch & Doe B] Set it off, set it off (Torch), set it off (Yeah) We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off (Yeah) We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off Lean in my cup, got me leanin' on my dog We 'bout to set it off, set it off, we throwin' money (Money) We 'bout to set it off, got a hundred bottles comin' (Comin', yeah, 2 Pistols) We 'bout to set it off, set it off, in this bitch (Bitch, what's poppin', nigga? Yeah) You pussy niggas hatin' (Hatin'), well, you could suck a dick, bitch, I'm rich (It's John Doe, nigga, ayy) [Verse 3: Doe B] I ball hard, ball hard, ball hard (Ball) Hit the mall, buy it all, leave with y'all broad (Pmm) Your whip too small and my car's too large (Wide) Anna made that chain with the cartoon charm (Stupid) Lambo doors (What up?), Lambo whip (Okay) My neck and wrist froze like Lambo fifth (Freezin') Green Bay Packers (Yeah), my teammate trapper (Trapper) It's young Brett Favre (Say what?), my chest a mess, huh? Ayy (A-yeah) Doe B, Joe be (Yeah), Jellybean Bryant (Kobe) All the hoes they know me, they like, "Hell if he ain't shinin'" (A-yeah) Every time my chain swang, bitches like a camara flash (Say cheese) Pause for the pose, ho, Young Doe the cameraman Ayy (Haha), and my plug the piano man (Kis) Ayy, I'm seein's P's all in Amsterdam (P) Set it off, set it off (The kid) [Chorus: 2 Pistols] Set it off, set it off, set it off We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off We 'bout to set it off, set it off, set it off Lean in my cup, got me leanin' on my dog We 'bout to set it off, set it off, we throwin' money We 'bout to set it off, got a hundred bottles comin' We 'bout to set it off, set it off, in this bitch You pussy niggas hatin', well, you could suck a dick, bitch, I'm rich