Lyrics

[Intro: HBK] This that old HBK shit That 2008 HBK shit I clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap [Verse 1: HBK] I'm just an ounce[?] away from bein' perfect So, when I hit with you with D, cheatin' on your boyfriend Worth it All my diamonds blurry, make a bad bitch get nervous Too much Dom P got me burpin' Old hoes still ridin' down my block lurkin' "Lookin' for this nigga with the tattoos – shirtless" Your girl want it urgent, 'cause every weekend She see me in a different club, and I'm clownin' like the circus Closet full of first[?] shit, lookin' like I murk 'em But I love pets[?], baby, I could never hurt him Bitches sprintin' to me, jumpin' hurdles Don't you got a nigga? Bitch, it's 2 o'clock, way past your curfew Bring a hearse through, I just killed the club Fine hoes throwin' pussy, but I'm shieldin' love And I miss my nigga Roc, so I'm spillin' bubb- I sip Cris-, countin' big face bills in tubs [Chorus: (?)] His style, and we like it He fine, and he icy Yall can't fuck with HB Yall can't fuck with my nigga Yeah, he shit, and he know this His bankroll ain't for them Yall can't fuck with HB Yall can't fuck with my nigga [Verse 2: HBK] If you a bad bitch, you can ask me out I like pretty ass hoes with a sassy mouth You ain't there when I was broke, you can't have me now 'cause bitch, I'm doin' a lot better, and I'm happy now I'm so flashy now, it ain't hard to spot me Then, bossed up so much, it's gon' be hard to copy Phone went dead, hoes callin' prolly I know you mad, but I was just out ballin' profits – stop me I need help, 'cause I splurge too much Ten foreigns in a lane, don't you merge with us Hit a club twenty deep, got some .30's tucked The bouncers let us straight through, 'cause they heard of us Your bitch dumb me, while I'm drivin', make me swerve too much Dropped her off before you know it, I'm so courteous You heard I got a big shh, you done heard too much Not dick but a chain, yall thinkin' dirty stuff [Chorus: (?)] His style, and we like it He fine, and he icy Yall can't fuck with HB Yall can't fuck with my nigga Yeah, he shit, and he know this His bankroll ain't for them Yall can't fuck with HB Yall can't fuck with my nigga [Outro: HBK] I clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap