Lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] You know what this is right? Aye hand me that cup right there Z-Ro Pour up [Verse 1: Young Buck] Mind on my money, I let everything go now Everything's screwed up, everything's slowed down All I do is swang on 'em, I'm Rick James on 'em I buy cocaine on 'em, then buy a chain on 'em Mane get your cup, we 'bout to go Lil Wayne on 'em Force field, but my Gucci's didn't get a stain on 'em Forty pills, all these hoes 'bout to take 'em on Tell the DJ play the Z-Ro and the Bucker play some Bun Whole club body rocking, bitch I'm Fat Pat Bitch I'm Pimp C, I'm Project like Pat I got it like that, my niggas on E, I fill 'em up Yeah, I don't give a fuck, never have an empty cup [Hook: Z-Ro] Listen up, you'll never catch me with an empty cup So with the lawyers behind I'mma take another cup Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks [Verse 2: Z-Ro] My cup so muddy the soda don't even move Make me spill it eventually end up on the evening news Gangsta from head to toe, maybe dark or some kind of blue But there's codeine in my cup whenever you see me fool Niggas be lookin' shife, so I look shife back Fuck is this? [?] ? Gimme my money right back Or get a cereal bowl hole in your head I bet you steal [?] in your bread Drank drank everyday, if it ain't a pain is a [?] That's the reason I can't stay up straight Got my attitude like "Get out my face" That's cause I'm a Drank Head baby [Hook] Listen up, you'll never catch me with an empty cup So with the lawyers behind I'mma take another cup Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks [Verse 3: Z-Ro] Sippin' codeine It makes Z-Ro and Young Buck lean (make us lean) We never been a hoe Been popping pint bottles since 1994 It's never gon' change Gone of Vicodins and Lorcets mane Down south we call 'em bean And if you in my city hit me up if you wanna lean [Hook] Listen up, you'll never catch me with an empty cup So with the lawyers behind I'mma take another cup Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Hell nah motherfucker you know you can't hit my cup Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks