Sting Bling

Lyrics

[Intro: Proof, Salam Wreck & Famous] Go Don't make me have to shoot ya If you're a gangsta we'll recruit ya I.F. is the future (Wreck!) [?] Don't make me have to shoot ya If you're a gangsta we'll recruit ya I.F. is the future [Verse 1: Proof] We getting money, ain't no problem, the bling bling is sting kings To lock down the booth like Sing Sing nigga My name well known like Wingdings If anything holler at a player for them pills or green greens In the D we all packing, don't run up wrong We don't say "What up kid?" we say "What up dog?" In the club we say "Shut up broad!" In the spot yo we cut up raw, crew about a hundred strong One hit song away from that private jet Nothing but G's around my eyes and necks Playboys get you wise and check Her pantyline is wet like a bitch that's just high off X Mine done said seven figures this year This is here, it's clear, every girl right here move that rear Hit this, shake it down, tits and bun Yeah I'm rich and young, bitch I hope you play your [written?] ones [Chorus: Proof] We all got dreams to live it up, Grey Goose and Belve? (Pretty much) I'm just tryna get rich as fuck, Red Rose on nectar? (Pretty much) You know you got that big ol' butt, got a pole at home baby? (Pretty much) Why don't you let a nigga dig them guts, how 'bout a bar [?] you hoe (Pretty much) [Verse 2: Proof & Chop] Big Chop from the Eastside nigga! My nigga laid back Shady Records all day, now where the fuck my Maybach Iron Fist, Purple Gang, 7 Mile lord knows Gangsta Mack, Finko, Dexter and Joy Road Yo my city love me baby, hug me baby You got connects out of state, come and plug me baby Here's a couple dollars baby, come and see me later Yeah you see me on MTV with Shady Yo I float like butterfly, The Sting is where I be Chop and peak, never cop a plea, singing out of key Pimping like Ralph now, give me that bread hoe Fuck the white [?] it's either nectar or red Mo Bomb [?] like what's the motherfucking plan Harry? Grey Goose on ice with a splash of cranberry And everybody with me is drinking motherfucker That's what's up, now what you thinking motherfucker [Chorus: Proof] We all got dreams to live it up, Grey Goose and Belve? (Pretty much) I'm just tryna get rich as fuck, Red Rose on nectar? (Pretty much) You know you got that big ol' butt, got a pole at home baby? (Pretty much) Why don't you let a nigga dig them guts, how 'bout a bar [?] you hoe (Pretty much) [Verse 3: Proof & Salam Wreck] DJ Salam Wreck say it loud, Rock Bottom in the house (Wreck!) Black Flace [and Rodney?] got them bottles in they mouth I holler when I'm out, Eastside in this bitch Westside hold the fort, we don't snort or sniff Yo I love the way your body is dancing (True) The perfect Set Up like Obie Trice and Scotty Anderson And life a nigga struggle to get your own So don't monitor my drink bitch, get your own! This my life motherfucker, I don't fuck with peons I'm tryna get big like Chuck and Dion What the fuck is P on? My brain on tilt I'm ghost to them all, we do the same ol' shit [Chorus: Proof] We all got dreams to live it up, Grey Goose and Belve? (Pretty much) I'm just tryna get rich as fuck, Red Rose on nectar? (Pretty much) You know you got that big ol' butt, got a pole at home baby? (Pretty much) Why don't you let a nigga dig them guts, how 'bout a bar [?] you hoe (Pretty much) [Outro: Salam Wreck] Yeah, DJ Salam Wreck, shout out Mr. Porter Yeah, Nells, Gaby, everybody out in the N.Y.C Back to the D, DJ Salam Wreck