Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah [?] ([?]) [Verse 1] What would you do if you knew? What a new man (Man), how to turn a Q into a few grams (Grams) But the catch is that it jeopardizes new plans (Plans) And if they catch us they sell us where the screw jams (Slams) Mummy weren't right, and I never knew dad (Nah) Money weren't bad, so I had to do bad What would you do? Run round in loose, rides (Nah) Scrap that, sundown I move bags And that, crack, [?] And that strap, get one in your durag (Blow) With that cash, I'm just a rude lad Act flash, get jumped, and it's too bad I hate just going country, hugging the roads Now I got man in country, plugging my O's (O's) Tried to buck me, the snub wouldn't load Paramedics still tryin' to unbutton your coat Blood's on the floor Tried to separate me from my main squeezer I'm loving the dough There's nothin' you could say to me (Nothin') Look, I'm comin' from a 8 for B (8) So if you owe me, I'm comin' for my paper, please (Yeah) Don't make a scene, is what they'll say to me (Hah) But I'll shake a fiend down for my paper [?] [Chorus: Dubz] Comin' from the bottom and risin' up Major, pick the line up, it's poppin' time for breasts, later Escalator, just accept destination Who knows next? (Who knows next?) Comin' from the bottom and risin' up Major, pick the line up, it's poppin' time for breasts, later Escalator, just accept destination Who knows next? (Who knows next?) [Outro: DJ Big Ryde] Aight It's Big Ryde And yeah Dubz, that was emotional, fam I'm tellin' you So hear what I'm sayin', the next one