Gimme Your’s 2010

Lyrics

[Intro: AZ] This is what they want, huh? [Verse 1: AZ] Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money-gettin' niggas Need my assistance to stack figures, beyond non-existence Fuck keepin' my distance, 'cause bein' poor produced persistence Plus pleas, a hundred G's will have me blockin' out of jail sentence I'm recognized by the illest of individuals, killers and criminals Even willies that's really into jewels But still skeptic on who I cling to 'Cause every single nigga that swing through ain't my man just 'cause we mingle Too much snake shit, even females be feedin' off that fake shit Filled with envy and hatred but my high helps me escape it Temporarily, though it don't worry me The wise verbally nourish me Properly with that inner-city urban G, see I fuck with those beyond my age bracket 'Cause they analyze and map it, get the papers and stack it Leavin' no trace to track it, kingpin thinkin' tactics is accurate That mack shit, livin' the lifestyle, we feel relaxed with [Chorus: singer (AZ)] Give me (for the NYC) Give me (uh huh), give me what you can't give back (we keep it real y'all) Give me (uh huh) Why don't you give me the world (yeah, okay) Give me what you can't give back, back, back, back [Verse 2: AZ] So in God I trust, I lust for a Bugatti deluxe And until I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss Diamonds and double-digits, Louis Vuitton down with lizards It's realism, so I visualize it to live it Movin' cleverly, with intentions of longevity Strong pedigree got me touchin' papers others would never see, G So through the crest in my glow of fluorescence Symbolizes the essence, you're sailin' in a schweppervescence Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance But informers'll have you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enormous Life's a performance, so players play with endurance 'Cause for more cents, any villain's willin' to get more intense They tried to break us but all it did was just make us Travel across acres for papers, bonafide money takers 'Cause though we know somehow we all gotta go As long as we're leavin' thievin' We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough [Chorus: singer (AZ)] Give me (smokin' trees, stackin' G's) Give me, give me what you can't give back (money getters, the high bidders) Give me (yeah) Why don't you give me the world (get ya money up) Give me what you can't give back, back, back, back (uh huh, uh)