歌词
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How you doin'
She say she f*ck with me 'cause I'm a bad ****, ay, ay
She cool, she with the attitude, a bad ****, ay, ay
All them n*ggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine
He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that n*gga famous now
Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some n*ggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it
And though I'm ****y, I ain't never getting change of the ****ery
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me
How you doin'
She say she f*ck with me 'cause I'm a bad ****, ay, ay
She cool, she with the attitude, a bad ****, ay, ay
All them n*ggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine
He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that n*gga famous now
Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some n*ggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
Pull out the racks, and I'mma flex it, so they know that I got it
And though I'm ****y, I ain't never getting change of the ****ery
They probably thought I looked dumb, but now my pockets are stocky
I like the critics talk that talk, 'cause they don't know non' about me
They steady on my d*ck, always talkin' sh*t, they just wanna ride the wave
You know I ride for gang, put the bag on your head, now I know they gonna slide for me
I wet the streets in the neighborhood, it's easy, why these n*ggas wan' be me?
Trench kid, been with the sh*ts, ******s flyin', now I'm actin' steezy
You don't want smoke like a pidy, child you do not believe me
All the dead opps got me weezy, all the dead opps got me high
I'll be juggin' till I die, spin the block, I really wish a n*gga try
We gon' leave him in the sky, (Po, Prah) It's gon' be a homicide
50 shooters in the cut, 20 duddies in the blunt
Give a f*ck about the opps, we ain't with none of them stunners
He say he playin' a fan, told him to say what he want
Told him to say it again, play around and get shot
He wanted beef get put on Fox, breaking news, that n*gga famous now
Case around, Jakes around, gotta keep that gang around
They talk too much cap, I swear that money is my language now
I don't want no drama, I want commas in my bank account
I remember they was laughin', that youngin' made a million faster
Now I sit back and count my money, through my Cartier glasses
If you ain't clutchin' on a weapon, you ain't steppin' 'round me
I heard some n*ggas planned on robbin' me, I'm waitin', I'll see
How you doin'
She say she f*ck with me 'cause I'm a bad ****, ay, ay
She cool, she with the attitude, a bad ****, ay, ay
All them n*ggas wish they had it, well my bad that's mine
专辑信息
1.Blast Off
2.Show My Brothers
3.Bad Vibe
4.Run It Up
5.Want Beef? (Remix)
6.Research
7.OH OKAY!
8.Prescription
9.Like That
10.911
11.Bounty Hunters
12.Today