I had to tell 'em, like
I just need my space right now
I had to drop somethin' off, yeah

I can feel you ain't with me, for real
You gon' try play me crazy if I don't know the business for real
A hurt past, go to church, guess religion, it heals
I just saw the pastor daughter walk in, switchin' the heels
It's a crazy world, I'm a ladies man
Mama's baby boy, dad's favorite, I promise you that
You gon' hustle these days without honeys attached
'Cause they gon' try you 'til you dyin' on a cell-block trap
Pour a cup, get drowsy and steal from your same ones
Ridin' in your car, say they'll kill for you
Before God, man, my partner had a deal for me
Better percentage, royalties, talkin' real money
Yeah, I got a bad cougar, take me out, pay the bill for me
Yeah, badman out in London with a seal on me
Pockets, and my stomach gettin' bigger, real sipper
I'm an ex pill-dealer, hate these niggas, Hilfiger, yeah
You gon' talk me to death
You gon' cop a hotbox and in the foreign with thots
They top-notch 'fore I let a nigga ride with me (Ah-ah)
Don't touch the door handles on this, bitch, they pop out
Can't you get money? Not cards, they not props
My boy say he think they ass be watchin', who not? Hot
Who not movin' the bag, who not used to this cash
I just woke up out my sleep, just spent a deuce and a half
Spit the truth, so don't ask me
Never seen, they heard about him though, face gaspin'
Ever seen a bitch so fine, need her ass beat?
Know I get it early, you look like me last week
Rich nigga shit, I come through, don't harass me
Keep it nasty
Why that ho you with, she eyein' me? She yellin', "Pass me"
Alley-oop into your highness, you know I slimed her
Lately, my life been a movie, go buy a camera

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Writer(s): Marcellus Register