Lyrics

Fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expanding my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park Counting g stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body something You looking at me like I'm probably fronting I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hanging around y'all cause niggas like you Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fucking punk, you ain't a leader what, nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should have swallowed you You on some tag-along flunky yes man shit Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead My game is vicious and cruel Fucking chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool How come you can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from? So what you acting for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga something, before I crack his jaw You running with boys, I'm running with men I'm a be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggas like "damn it this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm making wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas