Lyrics

[Verse 1: FMB DZ] Ain't it too fucked up? I'm like so the fuck what? Two watches, three chains, add it up, that's a buck I'm in Vegas at the tent, bag big, me and Duck You don't never see me out, my house bigger than the club When I put my Techs on, I make more than the plug Woke up out my sleep drinkin' mud just because Hit the court fresh as hell, I think I can fuck the judge When it's up, bitch, it's stuck, I'ma always hold a grudge Niggas know what time it is when it come down to no whooper Your bitch wanna meet the boss, I send my driver out to scoop her If she try to set the play, I won't hesitate to shoot hеr Big money, big belly, I remind you of a buddha Fish tailing out thе lot, brodie clutching on the Glock He protect me with his life, never sloppy, do it right Nigga sure to hit the crib in the middle of the night Phil Marks you got to blowin', got them niggas out on sight Make them niggas take flight, brodie nice and precise Blew that bitch, ain't think twice, catchin' shit like Jerry Rice My nigga rich, bring pints Dig 'em up, up the price Probably catch me with my Benz listenin' to Barry White I've been tryna keep my bool, so much shit come with the fame What, don't think just 'cause I rap that I won't kill you by my chain Real stepper, you'd die behind my name Real nigga, I don't go against the grain Keep hundreds on me, I ain't never got no change When we in the club, my niggas known to misbehave Broke-ass nigga, I can make it rain for days Lookin' at your bitch through these thousand-dollar shades [Interlude: Sada Baby] Uh, hmm Double dragons, ayy Skuba, nigga Skubop, ayy [Verse 2: Sada Baby] You don't never see me out, house bigger than the mall Got enough Gucci collars in that bitch for all my dogs I got hella Louis boxers, make a bitch suck my balls Even when I wasn't standin' on business, I stood tall, now listen Huh, I got rap money, huh, I got trap money, huh I got too much hundred dollars, she can't act funny, huh I got so much lotta guns, we be strapped up, ayy It's a beam on the front, make him back up, ayy Uh, iced up, hmm, huh, racked up, huh Fifteen white bricks in a black truck, huh We don't do well with questions, don't ask us, huh Why them niggas got pressed? It was time for it, listen Huh, shot him at an angle, broke his ankle I was outside fuckin' 'round with angel, now listen Huh, at the Western with a Will Smith Fuck around and got a nigga wife untangled, fuck Mmm, uh, how I go about it? Huh, if a nigga smellin' like police, then he can't go around me Champagne bottles, foreign models, that's not your ho around me Huh, my paper can't fold up, I don't know origami, fuck Huh, what the lick read? Same nigga used to have your sister on the ten-speed Same nigga fuck a white bitch and have a mixed breed Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Huh, Jungle Fever, huh If she don't suck the dick from hard to soft, then I'ma leave her Huh, no Beiber, huh, cut that white boy with a cleaver Fuck Fresh as fuck, lookin' like it's Easter A Mister, I just stuffed a thousand pills in her keishter, duh