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Featuring Freddie Gibbs
Prod by Tony Gardner
(Intro)
Um Tony Gardner
Oh yea
Know what I’m sayin?
Gotta turn the chandelier now just a little bit
You know what I mean?
On this type of shit Roll up with Cool J, Numb Ills
You know what I’m sayin dawg?
We made it
Fuck with me though
Fore we see it
Fore we see what?
You take it
Deuce!
(Verse)
Don’t let it make me, I’m just makin dollars
The way she lookin in them jeans – it make me wanna holler
Man that cabana then again up in my studio
Lose all them bottles, the ace of spade and Don Julio
Just poppin round my scene, Christian and Loubuittonin
Yea, I’m just bein honest
Well she just bein modest
Told er drink on us, me and my niggas up
Don’t worry bout nothing, just put my number up in yo phone
She hit me later, I told er come to the W 4 in the morning, she already know what I wanna do
Baby I hate to break it to you but I’m really sorry
Can’t meet you in the lobby
Cuz I’m not just anybody
Feel me though?
As that set, nigga
Spend it all
I have nothing
Deuce!
Money…
We make it
Fore we see it
You take it
Oooh, make me wanna holler
The way they do… don’t mind…yea
Make me wanna holler
The way they do… don’t mind…
Listen, baby
Listen, baby
You don’t know, baby
Yea
Straight livin
No, no, no, no
(Verse)
Yeah, huh
Black and red, started jackin black and red Jordans
We call em stick up kids but the niggas in my neighborhood took before them
Baby-face gangsta Gibbs but I got that name out on the corner
Back up on my 80 crib when I first learned how to chef yo order
Whippin right up on school night, did my home right
Cookin hard, a feelin like it right, that’s the wrong work
In the riddle get my dish up with that weight, flippin zone first
I’m a 90’s baby, had that beeper bangin, now my phone twerk
Woke up like nigga fuck the world and poke up, put it on my tailor
Bet you ain’t hit this, that pine and purple shit in my Fanta
Foes lips a Activist, in this chick file livin me
Yea I got my hand just against the hand the hand that stay getting paid
Bitch, uh
Fuck the world, nigga
I have nothing
Money…
We make it
Fore we see it
You take it
Oooh, make me wanna holler
The way they do… don’t mind…yea
Make me wanna holler
The way they do… don’t mind…
Listen, baby
Listen, baby
No no, baby
Straight livin
No, no, no, no
Prod by Tony Gardner
(Intro)
Um Tony Gardner
Oh yea
Know what I’m sayin?
Gotta turn the chandelier now just a little bit
You know what I mean?
On this type of shit Roll up with Cool J, Numb Ills
You know what I’m sayin dawg?
We made it
Fuck with me though
Fore we see it
Fore we see what?
You take it
Deuce!
(Verse)
Don’t let it make me, I’m just makin dollars
The way she lookin in them jeans – it make me wanna holler
Man that cabana then again up in my studio
Lose all them bottles, the ace of spade and Don Julio
Just poppin round my scene, Christian and Loubuittonin
Yea, I’m just bein honest
Well she just bein modest
Told er drink on us, me and my niggas up
Don’t worry bout nothing, just put my number up in yo phone
She hit me later, I told er come to the W 4 in the morning, she already know what I wanna do
Baby I hate to break it to you but I’m really sorry
Can’t meet you in the lobby
Cuz I’m not just anybody
Feel me though?
As that set, nigga
Spend it all
I have nothing
Deuce!
Money…
We make it
Fore we see it
You take it
Oooh, make me wanna holler
The way they do… don’t mind…yea
Make me wanna holler
The way they do… don’t mind…
Listen, baby
Listen, baby
You don’t know, baby
Yea
Straight livin
No, no, no, no
(Verse)
Yeah, huh
Black and red, started jackin black and red Jordans
We call em stick up kids but the niggas in my neighborhood took before them
Baby-face gangsta Gibbs but I got that name out on the corner
Back up on my 80 crib when I first learned how to chef yo order
Whippin right up on school night, did my home right
Cookin hard, a feelin like it right, that’s the wrong work
In the riddle get my dish up with that weight, flippin zone first
I’m a 90’s baby, had that beeper bangin, now my phone twerk
Woke up like nigga fuck the world and poke up, put it on my tailor
Bet you ain’t hit this, that pine and purple shit in my Fanta
Foes lips a Activist, in this chick file livin me
Yea I got my hand just against the hand the hand that stay getting paid
Bitch, uh
Fuck the world, nigga
I have nothing
Money…
We make it
Fore we see it
You take it
Oooh, make me wanna holler
The way they do… don’t mind…yea
Make me wanna holler
The way they do… don’t mind…
Listen, baby
Listen, baby
No no, baby
Straight livin
No, no, no, no
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