Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Verse] I'm gettin' money, gettin' high Boy, that petty-ass stack, you only hustle to get by My closet look like Nieman's, I be flyer than the sky You don't gotta say you hate me, I can see it in your eyes All I need in my house is a vacuum seal I'm in New York running plays like the Buffalo Bills My nigga steady tryna spin, had to tell him to chill Let the beef calm down, that's how you get 'em for real Pull up on a nigga, get to sendin' him Keep on net tweakin', you gon' end up on the citizen's Pull up on your block, we even sprayin' at the innocent I'd do it by myself if it was ten of them Wocky in my cup, I just mix it with Quagen Runtz got my face funny, they thinking I'm Asian Hit Portland, trailing packs like I play for the Blazer Nigga, this a Dodge 'Cat, we treat 'em like scrapers You ain't got no money for me, I'll speak to you later I took my bitch to Fleming's, y'all eating at Capers Same nigga used to clown me needing a favor I barely chase my lean, so why would I chase her? Man, this shit different How you hanging with that nigga and you know that he be snitching? I'm really 'bout my money, bruh, you all for the bitches I done seen my uncle make a hundred thou' in the kitchen Yeah, that's why I'm really trapping On Hayes Street with them thugs is where I seen the action Granny, that's your grandson, you heard that pistol clapping I wish I could bring you back just to see you laughing Yeah, that shit made me cry Niggas took Reg and Nate, niggas made me slide I been thinking every day, "These niggas gotta die" When I heard you left this earth, it left me traumatized I'm rolling 'Woods back to back, I'm tryna touch the sky I'm rolling Roy every day, this nigga get me high At Empire in the meeting with a big four-five A nigga touch a hair on me, guaranteed you die This Biscotti 59, this ain't no Cherry Pie My mama asked me how I'm doing, I said, "I'm very high" At Benihana's smelling funky, looking cherry-eyed It's only forties and choppers, we don't carry nines [Outro] Oh, papi, I wish I was with you right now Yeah, me too Mmm, mi poon está mojada Yeah? Well, you ever heard of El Niño? Yeah Well, this is El Negro Come on down here and let me tap that ass Negro, what the hell are you doing to my woman? I don't know, I must— Suga? Huh? What the hell are you doing to my nephew? Oh, I thought that was you, baby Come on, baby I'm faded, feeling X-rated It's Mister Nasty time Oh, Mister Nasty time It's Mister Nasty time But take it easy on my back Be back in a minute