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Come rewind oh (rewind oh)
Girl, I got the money wey fit make you mine o
Give you lovin' every night, fit make you mad oh (mad oh)
Na only you gimme love wey make me nice oh, nice oh, nice oh
Haffi make you mine oh (mine oh)
Girl, I love you, plus I'll never make you minus
If I let you smoke, is you gon' lose my lighter?
If you paranoid, then I'ma spend the night
You talkin' that lovin' every day (every day)
Tell me nicely, if na money, I go pay (pay)
For your love, I go pay on
E dey make e man dey chase on, uh
I fit no dey call you every day
When you call, run it back on replay
For your love, I go pay on
For your lovе, I go play on, oh-wey
Make her psycho, make I drive you psycho
Baby, every night, say, I go drive you psycho
Heavy, heavy-duty don dey make me mad oh (mad oh)
Make you, make you sing, sing to the mic oh
You're my queen, girl, you are that, lookin' in your eyes oh
Show you many things you can utilize oh
If I say "I love you", then I tell you like so (I love you)
Show you everythin' when I get to my zone
True that, make you utilize oh
Girl, when we talk, things dey way go revive oh
Give you many things wey go dey make you dance oh
Girl, make your back up to the stand, I might go
Let his phone ring and he never call you back, you should leave him (whoo)
Let me put some money in your bag, you don't need him
What I mean is, if he do you bad, give me a reason
It ain't where you been
Girl, it's where you at (where you at?)
You talkin' that lovin' every day (oh)
Tell me nicely, if na money, I go pay (play)
For your love, I go pay on (play it for you)
E dey make e man dey chase on (ooh, yeah)
Oh, I fit no dey call you evеry day (call me, yeah)
When you call, run it back on replay (replay it back)
For your love, I go pay on (oh)
For your love, I go play on, oh-wey
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Finesse, two of 'em
(XO think he all that)
It's cool when they do it (it's cool, huh?)
It's a problem when I do it
Fuck 'em (fuck 'em)
Birds of a feather (what?)
They flock together, that make you a sucker (a sucker)
I don't fuck with nobody (none of 'em)
If you ain't mob ties
Then it's fuck you (fuck you)
I don't want nothin' but some money (some money)
But if they get with this shit, I'ma flush 'em
I'm in South Carolina (what you doin'?)
I'm lookin' for Renny
She know I'm some' pimpin' though (yeah, she know that)
She gotta be thick as hell, big player
Can't do nothin' with no skinny ho (oh, nah)
Bought a Glock .47, that bitch look like a DE
I hit it with both hands
I sign my own check (I'm CEO), better stay in your lane
Your lil' bitty broke ass (you broke)
They hate that they left me (they hate it)
They regret what they said (they see)
But I don't accept it (I don't)
They claimin' he bought it (huh?)
The whole time it was somebody else's (that's crazy)
Finesse bringin' real back (the real)
He be speakin' his mind, that boy with the shit (he lit)
These rap niggas pitiful (I'm so sick of 'em)
They be ready to kill you over a bitch, hold up
I come around, niggas go put they ho up (go put they ho up)
Quit askin' questions, bitch, shut up and roll up (roll up)
She eat the dick 'til she throw up, ugh
He tried to diss me to blow up (boom)
I'm VVS to the floor up, ooh
Pinky ring look like a doughnut
I do this shit for them niggas who solid
And free all them real ones who jailin' in Beaumont
Damn, they can't do nothin' with 'em
Beefin' with who? It ain't nothin' with 'em (none)
I'm hearin' the slick shit (slick shit)
Tote nothin' but big shit, you can get slumped with 'em (slumped with 'em)
The Draco is under me (yeah)
That bitch in my lap now, come and get 'em (lap now, come and get 'em)
You think I ain't on point (you stupid)
Run up if you want, shoot this bitch through the window (bah, bah, bah)
They like, "Ooh, he violent" (shh)
They ain't droppin' nothin', ooh, they silent (shh)
They makin' up rumors, don't nobody believe 'em, that shit don't surprise me (it don't)
My side bitch main homie (on God)
She play her position, ain't doin' no snitchin' (shh)
Remember I was broke (remember)
Now they be like, "Hell nah, look at Ricky" (Lil' Deebo)
Don't act like you know a nigga
All them years I did, you ain't wrote a nigga
Don't be speakin' on me if you owe a nigga
I'll catch him in traffic and ho the nigga (ho the nigga)
I put that on my grandmammy (I put that on my grandmammy)
I was gone, but I'm back at it (now I'm back at it)
I ain't cool, I just act happy (cool, I just act happy)
Mini Drac', I can backpack it (bitch, I can tote it)
Say they got a bounty on who? (On who?)
They say they got prices on who head? (On who head?)
Thirty-two shots in this Glock .17, and bitch, it'll be thirty-two dead, on me
I hit that bitch with my foot in her neck (foot in her neck)
Sleepin' on me, now a crook in your neck (crook in your neck)
30K for a twenty minute set
Put some baguettes in the Cartier specs, I'm back in (I'm back)
They ain't fuck with me back then (they was sleepin')
Now they hollerin' 'bout, "Tap in" (hollerin' 'bout, "Tap in")
I pulled up with a MAC-10 (pulled up with a-, rrrt)
If she give you some pussy and you tell the business
That mean you a rat then (then you'll tell somethin')
I don't want your bottles, I don't want your weed, just give me my backends
I'm goin' back in (I'm goin' back in)
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Long ghetto hair on my bitch ('06, yeah, '06)
(Yeah)
Ghetto hair on my bitch ('06)
Feel like La Flare in '06
Long ghetto hair on my bitch (it's Gucci)
Yeah (go)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My lil' nigga gone off a pill
The nigga walk 'round like he Superman
Somebody calm him down, he boutta shoot the man
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can
You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then
Yeah, nigga, let's go
Feel like La Flare in '06 (yeah)
Long ghetto hair on my bitch (uh-huh)
I came from nan', I wasn't shit (what they do?)
Now they sit there and stare at my whip (okay)
I can't even put it in park (nah)
Somebody down to get it (yeah)
I need somebody carryin' my .50
She ran over her man, he a jit
And you could throw my bowl on the floor, I'm a dawg (woof, woof)
Nigga damn near a Pit' (woof, woof)
I don't think none of them niggas with it at all (nah)
Niggas damn near bitches (none of that, nigga)
Won't leave out winter, spring, summer, fall (nah)
Without my hand on the stick (nah, nah)
And I politely pull up in a brand-new car (and bend over his bitch, yeah)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My lil' nigga gone off a pill
The nigga walk 'round like he Superman
Somebody calm him down, he boutta shoot the man
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can
You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then
Yeah, nigga, let's go
I feel like it's me in '06 and '07, '08, and even '09 ('09)
Still hard to kill, the last nigga tried
Go ask him, he didn't survive (what happened?)
I was sittin' in the county, the niggas I fronted didn't help
They ain't send me a dime (fuck 'em)
These niggas be cap, the way I was trappin'
Went platinum before I was signed (huh)
Geeked up, I stayed out of my mind (geeked)
Still was ahead of my time (Wop)
And I was the man in the middle
But made so much profits, you thought it was mine (skrrt)
And everything top of the line (top)
And nothin' ain't changed, I'm still in my prime (burr)
I make it look easy, these niggas some copycats
They'll do whatever to shine (it's Gucci)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane (haan)
My lil' nigga gone off a pill (yeah)
The nigga walk 'round like he Superman
Somebody calm him down, he bouta shoot the man (haan)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane (haan)
My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can
You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then
Yeah, nigga, let's go
21 (21), 21
Pistol whip your mans (21)
She eat the dick with both her hands (21)
Pourin' up Wock', I'm tryna stand (21)
Clap at the opps like I'm a fan (21)
I got a dub for my advance (21)
Hit for a hunnid on Moreland Ave
Long live Shawty Lo, bitch, I'm the man (21)
Home invasion, we tryna go loot somethin' (straight up)
Put his face on his throat, thought he knew somethin' (straight up)
You a stepper, then go put your boots on (straight up)
He get hit with the K if he move wrong (straight up)
G-Block, yeah, I trapped in the school zone (straight up)
You know I'm the wrong nigga to snooze on (21)
Half a ticket on the Rolex blue stones (21)
Reach for it, face shot, cut the news on, Princeton (21, 21)
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My lil' nigga gone off a pill
The nigga walk 'round like he Superman
Somebody calm him down, he boutta shoot the man
Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane
My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can
You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then
Yeah, nigga, let's go
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Let's get it crunk up on
Have fun up on, up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me
Don't need no hateration
Holleration in this dancery
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'
So just dance for me
Come on, everybody get on up
'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight
And I'ma make it feel alright (make it feel alright)
Come on baby, just, party with me
Let loose and set your body free (oh)
Leave your situations at the door
So when you step inside jump on the floor
Let's get it crunk up on (let's get crunk up on)
Have fun up on, up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me (gots to dance for me)
Don't need no hateration
Holleration in this dancery (holler, holler, holler)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'
So just dance for me
Ooh, it's only gonna be about a matter of time
Before you get loose and start lose your mind
Cop you a drink, go head and rock your ice
'Cause we celebratin' no more drama in our life
With the Dre track pumpin', everybody's jumpin'
Go ahead and twist your back and get your body bumpin'
I told you, "Leave your situations at the door"
So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor
Let's get it crunk up on
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (in this dancery)
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me (and you gots to dance for me)
Don't need no hateration
Holleration in this dancery
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'
So just dance for me
We don't need no haters (y'all we don't need 'em, no)
We're just tryin' to love one another (love)
We just want y'all have a good time (mm-hmm)
No more drama in your life (mm-mm, no)
Work real hard to make a dime
If you got beef, your problem, not mine (yeah, not mine)
Leave all that B-S outside
We're gonna celebrate all night (all night)
Let's have fun, tonight, no fights
Turn that Dre track way up high (turn it up, turn it up)
Makin' you dance all night and I (all night long)
Got some real heat for ya this time (real heat for ya)
Doesn't matter if you're white or black (doesn't matter, doesn't matter)
Let's get crunk 'cause Mary's back
Let's get it crunk up on (let's get it crunk up on )
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (in this dancery, hey)
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me (so you gotta dance for me)
Don't need no hateration (dance for me)
Holleration in this dancery (dance for me)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin' (let's get it, let's get it, let's get it)
So just dance for me
Let's get it crunk up on (dance for me)
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (let's get crunk up on)
We got ya open, now ya floatin' (all I want y'all to do)
So you gots to dance for me (is just dance, just dance)
Don't need no hateration (come on, come on)
Holleration in this dancery (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'
So just dance for me
Let's get it crunk up on
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (oh, yeah)
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me (you gotta dance for me)
Don't need no hateration (just dance for me)
Holleration in this dancery (just dance for me)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin' (dance for me, dance for me)
So just dance for me (dance for me, yeah)
Let's get it crunk up on (dance for me)
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (come on y'all dance)
We got ya open, now ya floatin' (dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, oh)
So you gots to dance for me
Don't need no hateration
Holleration in this dancery (we don't need no haters, we just want y'all to holla)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin' (holla if you hear me, get it percolatin')
So just dance for me (yeah)
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Let's get it crunk up on
Have fun up on, up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me
Don't need no hateration
Holleration in this dancery
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'
So just dance for me
Come on, everybody get on up
'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight
And I'ma make it feel alright (make it feel alright)
Come on baby, just, party with me
Let loose and set your body free (oh)
Leave your situations at the door
So when you step inside jump on the floor
Let's get it crunk up on (let's get crunk up on)
Have fun up on, up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me (gots to dance for me)
Don't need no hateration
Holleration in this dancery (holler, holler, holler)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'
So just dance for me
Ooh, it's only gonna be about a matter of time
Before you get loose and start lose your mind
Cop you a drink, go head and rock your ice
'Cause we celebratin' no more drama in our life
With the Dre track pumpin', everybody's jumpin'
Go ahead and twist your back and get your body bumpin'
I told you, "Leave your situations at the door"
So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor
Let's get it crunk up on
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (in this dancery)
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me (and you gots to dance for me)
Don't need no hateration
Holleration in this dancery
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'
So just dance for me
We don't need no haters (y'all we don't need 'em, no)
We're just tryin' to love one another (love)
We just want y'all have a good time (mm-hmm)
No more drama in your life (mm-mm, no)
Work real hard to make a dime
If you got beef, your problem, not mine (yeah, not mine)
Leave all that B-S outside
We're gonna celebrate all night (all night)
Let's have fun, tonight, no fights
Turn that Dre track way up high (turn it up, turn it up)
Makin' you dance all night and I (all night long)
Got some real heat for ya this time (real heat for ya)
Doesn't matter if you're white or black (doesn't matter, doesn't matter)
Let's get crunk 'cause Mary's back
Let's get it crunk up on (let's get it crunk up on )
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (in this dancery, hey)
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me (so you gotta dance for me)
Don't need no hateration (dance for me)
Holleration in this dancery (dance for me)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin' (let's get it, let's get it, let's get it)
So just dance for me
Let's get it crunk up on (dance for me)
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (let's get crunk up on)
We got ya open, now ya floatin' (all I want y'all to do)
So you gots to dance for me (is just dance, just dance)
Don't need no hateration (come on, come on)
Holleration in this dancery (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'
So just dance for me
Let's get it crunk up on
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (oh, yeah)
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me (you gotta dance for me)
Don't need no hateration (just dance for me)
Holleration in this dancery (just dance for me)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin' (dance for me, dance for me)
So just dance for me (dance for me, yeah)
Let's get it crunk up on (dance for me)
Have fun up on, up in this dancery (come on y'all dance)
We got ya open, now ya floatin' (dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, oh)
So you gots to dance for me
Don't need no hateration
Holleration in this dancery (we don't need no haters, we just want y'all to holla)
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin' (holla if you hear me, get it percolatin')
So just dance for me (yeah)
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Bouldercrest CEO speaking
So Icey Entertainment CEO speaking
(Iceeeey) Blood In Blood Out member speaking
East Atlanta, Bouldercrest affiliated (chea, chea)
It's that boy Gucci
Another beat banger, Fatboi fucking with me
Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school, then I sat it on 6's
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school, then I sat it on 6's
How you cop it, how you get it? Plenty working in the kitchen
Thirty thousand dollars for the So Icey Squad
Thousand pound deal for the So Icey Boys
Gucci Aquarius a So Icy shark
Selling white chalk tryna duck these narcs
Bought some Lowenharts and some D.U.B.'s
34 inch Ashanti's on the Humvee
Whole lot of purp, whole lot of green
Whole heap of white, large amount of beans
Got them collard greens, sell a lot of things
Four plus a four, dawg, that's a chicken wing
Trapping in a drought, money in the vault
Bring me another pot and another fo'
Gucci
Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school, then I sat it on 6's
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school, then I sat it on 6's
How you cop it, how you get it? Plenty working in the kitchen
Gucci don't care, scale like yeah
Mojo's there, egg beaters there
RIP to Blockbeater, O.J. here (Juice)
Oh my God, it's Zone 6 year
Zone 6 chimps, Bouldercrest bear
Zone 6 rims, and Bouldercrest jills
30 inches got me looking down on him
And I'm so high, it's so lonely up here
Jumping out the vert, it's some bitches over there
Big booty bitches loves a good cooking player
Bricks in the basement, pills in the cabinet
Pounds in the closet, money in the attic
Gucci
Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school, then I sat it on 6's
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school, then I sat it on 6's
How you cop it, how you get it? Plenty working in the kitchen
Dope bowl crack, now we getting mad
But we ain't really lost 'cause we can Isotol dat ass
When we bringing route, bring it to your door
Money on the floor, bring money to the door
Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school, then I sat it on 6's
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen
Bought a old school, then I sat it on 6's
How you cop it, how you get it? Plenty working in the kitchen
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Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tatted Up
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Tat-Tat-Tatted Up
Is that cha thong showin, or ya tattoo on ya back
Is that on ya pussy, or dat tattoo make you Bad
Tattoo on ya chest, tattoo on your ass
Tattoo of ya daughter, sort of like the like the pussycat?
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, ATL Tatted Up
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Miami Tatted Up
Tat-Tat She Tatted Up, Tat-Tat He Tatted Up
Tat-Tat We Tatted Up, Tat-Tat Errbody Tatted Up
[2 Dolla]
CcLook! look, look, look look, look what do I see
Is it on ya back or between ya legs, its lookin like some ice cream
Meltin to the flo, dip it back n drop it low
Girl I know this sounds strange, but I done seen that tat befo
Cherries on ya waist, can I get a taste
Hello kitty tattooed on ya titty, might be you but chu ain't dat pretty
Thug stacks, i rep my city, ATL tattooed on my arm, got my heat nigga best be calm
Angel wings tattooed on ya back, a couple flames comin outcha crack
[Chorus:]
Is that cha thong showin, or ya tattoo on ya back
Is that on ya pussy, or dat tattoo make you Bad
Tattoo on ya chest, tattoo on your ass
Tattoo of ya daughter, sort of like the like the pussycat?
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, ATL Tatted Up
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Miami Tatted Up
Tat-Tat She Tatted Up, Tat-Tat He Tatted Up
Tat-Tat We Tatted Up, Tat-Tat Errbody Tatted Up
[Fabo]
I know that all the girls love to show the body pictures
So realistic, jump out n getcha, she show em on the block
Dance n show em in the club, even got her boyfriend name
Same nigga n her homegirl, its in her secret spot, her momma taught her well
The bigger the better, original, miss peaches give em hell
She got a small tattoo on her waistline, and she ride or die wit loyalty, cuz try to take mine
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[Bridge:]
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, New York Tatted Up
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, California Tatted Up
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Houston Tatted Up
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Chi-Town Tatted Up
[2 Dolla]
Oh no, this is somethin I neva seen befo
Yellow brick road tattooed all the way down her belly, its a slow?
Shes a princess, atleast its cursive on her neck
But now my whole clique in, tat stacks on deck
I done seen alot but I ain't seen em all
If its somethin new, girl gimme a call
The address you live, its in yo draws
Im freaky girl, lemme see yo paws
I'll break em up, if you let me cut
Butterflies on the side of ya butt
Im a freak by nature, you like it rough
A freak by nature, you like it rough
[Chorus:]
Is that cha thong showin, or ya tattoo on ya back
Is that on ya pussy, or dat tattoo make you Bad
Tattoo on ya chest, tattoo on your ass
Tattoo of ya daughter,sort of like the like the pussycat?
Dominican Tatted Up, Jamaican Tatted Up
Puerto Rican Tatted Up, Mexican Tatted Up
White Folk Tatted up, Black Folk Tatted Up
ATL Tatted Up, Errbody Tatted Up
Is that cha thong showin, or ya tattoo on ya back
Is that on ya pussy, or dat tattoo make you Bad
Tattoo on ya chest, tattoo on your ass
Tattoo of ya daughter, sort of like the pussycat?
Tatted Up, Tatted Up, Tatted Up, Tatted Up
Tatted Up, Tatted Up, Tatted Up, Tatted Up
Barberaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Stop 2 Dolla, Stop Fabo
Barberaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Tat it up , Tat it up
Tat it up , Tat it up
Tat it uuuuuppppppppppppp aaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwww aaaaawww
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Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Just tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
[Chorus: Total]
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
[Verse 1: Ma$e]
Now Ma$e be the man wanna see you doing good
I don't wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes you the baddest
The reason why I love you, you don't like me cuz my status
I don't wanna see you with a carriage, living average
I wanna do my thing so we be established
And I don't want you rockin' them fabrics
Girl, I wanna give you carats 'til you feel you a rabbit
Anything in your path you want, you can have
Walk through the mall, if you like it, you can grab
Total it all up and put it on my tab
And then tell your friends all the fun you had
[Chorus: Total]
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
[Verse 2: Ma$e]
Hey Mama, won't you come here to Papa?
You don't like the way your tatas lookin at Shada?
In a 600 ain't no smokin' cigada
Come over here, I think I see your baby faddah
Here ya go, the number to my casa
If you in a rush, you call me mañana
Whatever you need, girlfriend, I got the whole enchilada
Just the way you like it, Ma$e gon' do you propa
Girl, I can tell you was meant for me
I can tell by the way you was sent to me
While I'm on tour trying to make them centuries
And they ask who your man, you better mention me
If you don't, you know you got a problem
Said you want no beef, girlfriend, don't start none
And it just so happen that I'm seeing cash
Cuz you messed up a lot just trying to be fast
And I ain't gonna ask who smashed the E-Class
Pull up to the crib with the whole front crashed
Now you wanna laugh, good thing that's the past
If you ever lie again, girl, that'll be your last
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[Chorus: Total]
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
[Verse 3: Ma$e]
Now the more you treat me royal I adore you
That's why I don't mind doing these things for you
You did things for me I wouldn't believe you did
That's why I always want to keep you here
In a year or two, girl, I could see you with my kids
Girl, you make a thug want to get a legal gig
It's only right we spend our lonely nights
Gettin' crazy biz till we awake the kids
Don't get too loud, got respect for you honey
To keep it all real, you come second to my money
And can you be my ghetto love prophecy?
Everybody love you girl, not just me
And I know that you really care a lot for me
Wanna see you happy even if it's not with me (not with me)
Even if it's not with me
[Chorus: Total]
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
For years
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
Tell me what you want for me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is something you can have for years
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Finesse, two of 'em
(XO think he all that)
It's cool when they do it (it's cool, huh?)
It's a problem when I do it
Fuck 'em (fuck 'em)
Birds of a feather (what?)
They flock together, that make you a sucker (a sucker)
I don't fuck with nobody (none of 'em)
If you ain't mob ties
Then it's fuck you (fuck you)
I don't want nothin' but some money (some money)
But if they get with this shit, I'ma flush 'em
I'm in South Carolina (what you doin'?)
I'm lookin' for Renny
She know I'm some' pimpin' though (yeah, she know that)
She gotta be thick as hell, big player
Can't do nothin' with no skinny ho (oh, nah)
Bought a Glock .47, that bitch look like a DE
I hit it with both hands
I sign my own check (I'm CEO), better stay in your lane
Your lil' bitty broke ass (you broke)
They hate that they left me (they hate it)
They regret what they said (they see)
But I don't accept it (I don't)
They claimin' he bought it (huh?)
The whole time it was somebody else's (that's crazy)
Finesse bringin' real back (the real)
He be speakin' his mind, that boy with the shit (he lit)
These rap niggas pitiful (I'm so sick of 'em)
They be ready to kill you over a bitch, hold up
I come around, niggas go put they ho up (go put they ho up)
Quit askin' questions, bitch, shut up and roll up (roll up)
She eat the dick 'til she throw up, ugh
He tried to diss me to blow up (boom)
I'm VVS to the floor up, ooh
Pinky ring look like a doughnut
I do this shit for them niggas who solid
And free all them real ones who jailin' in Beaumont
Damn, they can't do nothin' with 'em
Beefin' with who? It ain't nothin' with 'em (none)
I'm hearin' the slick shit (slick shit)
Tote nothin' but big shit, you can get slumped with 'em (slumped with 'em)
The Draco is under me (yeah)
That bitch in my lap now, come and get 'em (lap now, come and get 'em)
You think I ain't on point (you stupid)
Run up if you want, shoot this bitch through the window (bah, bah, bah)
They like, "Ooh, he violent" (shh)
They ain't droppin' nothin', ooh, they silent (shh)
They makin' up rumors, don't nobody believe 'em, that shit don't surprise me (it don't)
My side bitch main homie (on God)
She play her position, ain't doin' no snitchin' (shh)
Remember I was broke (remember)
Now they be like, "Hell nah, look at Ricky" (Lil' Deebo)
Don't act like you know a nigga
All them years I did, you ain't wrote a nigga
Don't be speakin' on me if you owe a nigga
I'll catch him in traffic and ho the nigga (ho the nigga)
I put that on my grandmammy (I put that on my grandmammy)
I was gone, but I'm back at it (now I'm back at it)
I ain't cool, I just act happy (cool, I just act happy)
Mini Drac', I can backpack it (bitch, I can tote it)
Say they got a bounty on who? (On who?)
They say they got prices on who head? (On who head?)
Thirty-two shots in this Glock .17, and bitch, it'll be thirty-two dead, on me
I hit that bitch with my foot in her neck (foot in her neck)
Sleepin' on me, now a crook in your neck (crook in your neck)
30K for a twenty minute set
Put some baguettes in the Cartier specs, I'm back in (I'm back)
They ain't fuck with me back then (they was sleepin')
Now they hollerin' 'bout, "Tap in" (hollerin' 'bout, "Tap in")
I pulled up with a MAC-10 (pulled up with a-, rrrt)
If she give you some pussy and you tell the business
That mean you a rat then (then you'll tell somethin')
I don't want your bottles, I don't want your weed, just give me my backends
I'm goin' back in (I'm goin' back in)
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Pull up to the trap
Peekin' out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I'm shootin' free throws
Cubans on my neck
That's a lot of kilos
Pack touched down
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload (Reload)
Pull up in my trap car
Hit the trap house dishin' that dope out
Hop out with that stick out
Please don't trip out I might flip out
I know a Cuban he don't speak english
I need a translator (I need some better talk!)
Give me whatever I need Uncle Sammy
Told me to pay him later (Throw that shine yeah nigga)
I heard the car pull up outside
I look at the blindfold (Who that? Who that?)
Yeah my stupid ass baby mama
Think I'm in here with side hoes (Stupid bitch!)
Bitch I'm in here with nine bows, (Right now!)
Tryna get the whole 9 sold (Right now!)
And you make a scene causing commotion
Trying to give me some time hoe? (What you twelve or something?)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap, I'm like Bankroll (Fresh!)
Come and take your shit repo (Give me that!)
Make you tuck your shit, Debo
Hey, hey!
I'm so ahead of them check out my schedule
Gotti and MoneyBagg oh that's 2Federal
Fuck what they talking 'bout
I'm running up revenue
Go do the same, that's what you better do
Pull up to the trap
Peekin' out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I'm shootin' free throws
Cubans on my neck
That's a lot of kilos
Pack touch down
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload
MoneyBagg and Gotti (2Federal)
It's like we got the cheat code (Yup)
We talk nothin' but gangsta shit and get money with Chicos (Chicos)
CMG the label
And we distribute kilos (Kilos)
And we'll spend your budget (On what?)
On foreign whips with two doors (Ugh)
I'm 2Federal a nigga talkin' shit etc etc
You a little hater hater it fit your character
I'll fuck around and embarrass you
Hold up listen
Tell a nigga I made 20 million would you believe me?
Young nigga told me he made 100, 000 listenin' to me and Jeezy (I believe him)
I was 'Trap or Die', gettin' rich or die tryin' (What else?)
Before I made cocaine music fire (What else?)
Ran off on the plug with seventy five (What else?)
I was robbing niggas runnin' with the gats
(Young nigga grindin' trying to get a nine) But the price high
Everybody telling me to drop that CM now
The streets dry
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload
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