Lyrics

[Intro] (Oh my God, is that [?][0:03] on the beat?) I can switch it up, man Heavyweight Hank, man I got a million styles I come different every time, nigga Zayel, nigga, I see you, nigga, you know what it is, nigga [Verse] Like ayy, hey, whore I'm a pimp, must I say more? I don't like to party, I just grind like a skateboard You got a couple dollars, boy, I'm Hank, I got way more Beat the pussy up from the back, she gon' stay sore She say she wanna get some money from me, but she ain't sure If she ain't really down about your crown, that bitch ain't yours A nigga cross me, I dump his body in the Bay shore I been in the field hittin' holes like I'm Frank Gore I been thuggin' since a snotty nose, these bitches be sloppy Joes Bag full of hundred-dollar bills, nigga, copy those Old Ben Franks in my stash, got a lot of those Stomp down bitches on the blade, got a lot of those I don't fuck with niggas, they be fakin' in they rhymes I don't trust these niggas, they be fakin' every time You ain't really got a bag, nigga, but it shine I'ma need a tow truck just to carry mine I just left a drumstick on an AR-9 Brand-new chop up out the box, I swear this AR fine I just bent your baby mama over from behind Any nigga tell you that they over me, they lyin' Call me Larry Sanders, bitch, you know it's primetime I'm the smartest nigga thuggin', bitch, I'm lavish Einstein Caught that boy in Houston, hit him more than nine times Rappin' ain't a thing, I got ninety-nine grinds These snitchin'-ass niggas droppin' ninety-nine dimes All these diamonds on me, I got ninety-nine shines This nigga out his mind, he snorted ninety-nine lines They gave my brother life in jail for ninety-nine crimes Your baby mama, she in here, just like a doggy, I'ma bone it I don't fuck with snitches, sucker shit, I don't condone it Niggas in my business, they be actin' like they know me Your baby mama pregnant, I'ma fuck her with my homie Everybody say they gettin' money, nigga, show me I bought bitch a body, then a Benz and a Rollie Can't you see your bitch chose me like I'm Goldie? I ain't never fallin' off, it's in me, not on me They don't wanna see me shine, they blockin' like a goalie If I ever broke bread with you, then you owe me I'm a hardbody, I can't let no nigga ho me Nigga, you a motherfuckin' pig, Axel Foley All they wanna do is lock me up, they can't control me Never ever trust a soul is what my granny told me Bitch, the world is mine, I feel like Scarface, call me Tony Dancin' on this Rolls-Royce, me and Tony Roney [Outro] Me and Tony Roney Dancin' on this, me and Tony Roney Dancin' on this, me and Tony Roney Dancin' on this, me and Tony Roney