LYRICS. And we Be Dumping out the roof... (Doodoodoodo) My right hand got 3 Rings that hold Paper like Binders My left hand, whoo, jumpoff, I can't help niggas...Joe Biden Y'all talk that bullshit, us Trill Niggas be quiet Guess Lil Wayne was right...I am like Lasagna 100 like a C-note Their money weird, shit is emo 'Hi Hata' like what's his name...Maino Bad bitch think we vibin' off of pinot But she'll never get a ring though Like a phone on airplane mode What time is it B-mo Adventure Time ain't it B-mo Catch 'em peeking through the peephole Hit 'em like they did Eastwood in Gran Torino Put 24's on a Camino You niggas squished in a Pinto That's 30 niggas in a 3 door with 1 speaker like a keynote I used to school these ballers, Rick Pitino Now I bully ballers word to Ricky Incognito See I give Life and Take Life, Smoke big O's, no caps lock So I am not the one you wanna slap box God. Cause we go hittas on the roof I hope that you do to And everybody gonna shoot I hope that you do too And we be dumping out the roof [tootootootootoo] Said we be dumping out the roof [tootootootoo] We be dumping out the roof [tootootootootoo] x4 Fuck lying to the people Fuck going out peaceful My revolution will be televised Set fire to your steeple Set fire to the government Bet they keep it from the people What time is it B-mo Adventure Time ain't it B-mo Government gave us cheese though Gave us crack, then disappeared like Beanie Sigel Got kilo from Mr. Carlito Toss it up, Dan Marino Now we at your face like Aveeno Got Fiends looking like Benzino..ugh Me give a fuck, no, Not by the hairs on the chin of Jay Leno See I give Life and Take Life, Smoke big O's, no caps lock So I am not the one you wanna slap box God. Cause we go hittas on the roof I hope that you do to And everybody gonna shoot I hope that you do too And we be dumping out the roof [tootootootootoo] Said we be dumping out the roof [tootootootoo] We be dumping out the roof [tootootootootoo] x4

LYRICS. C-Notes, turn a stripper to a singer bet she never miss a note... Makin Top Dollar but I bet tha Bottom Dollar nigga neva goin broke... I ask, cause im not sure Does anybody make trill shit anymore All up in club surrounded by Michael Khors Like do bitches even have real tits anymore Bow 'till your knees hit your face bitch, this is greatness Ebola to a doctor, I'm losin my patience Run thru Bucks, like Jabari's coach, Jason So when they talk, dont belive shit, Aetheist Im finna blow....Minecraft Creepers Nigga have u viewed Juwols' new 2 seater Only coke he move ooze thru 2 liter Nigga you wack as hell, new Fubu sneaker Holup Like, how you talkin all dis money crap Whenyou dress like the Dig 'em frog off of Honey Smacks And your bitch is badddd, buddy I'll come for that And beat the pussy up like Rocky Marciano's punchin bag One O and a munchie bag Make em Phil Funny, word to Doug Funny's dad I throw dat Casey Jones mask on Breh, I Aint tryna see where no turtles at Glock sittin in tha pocket like a quarteback... Gave my nigga work, how he bring a lil quarter back Thought he moved bird,s moved birds, Red Auerbach Nigga where dey at tho, work em Just a week ago I was doin, my, Shmurda Nowadays I run up wit tha new k burner Dressed in all black, Ruby Tuesday server Shawty I'ont FLUH Shawty I'ont FLUH Trill nigga, FLY, and don't give a FUCK Shawty I'ont FLUH C-Notes, breh, I cant even song but bet I neva miss a note Makin Top Dollar but I bet tha Bottom Dollar nigga neva goin broke Guess dey thought that it was over man Yea I was close to a 'Clef like Lauryn Hill Now im ballin like Kobe is Nah nigga, I ball(Bald) like the spot on Ginobli's head Smokin the trees clearin up all the foliage Your main bitch callin me Bae(Bay), i be like Oakland? She got a Ring on her head like Goku But All it took to fuck was some Weed and a Roku I'm in fuck it mode, like Hova wit the bucket low Finna dig in they ass like puppeteers at a Muppet show Pause, goin hard cause I want it though Ever since my Fila's was in my Kindergarten cubby hole Only pair I had all year boy So in order to survive i would steal boy Jack em for dey J's and they gear boy And you a Young Fly Nigga, 'Bring That Ass Here Boy' I get it, I aint Daddy Warbucks Guess I'm Mr Marcus and you're all fucked Cause I'm bout to go extra hard Im talkin' sliced Arbys bread, edges hard Im talkin 50 metric tons over Lebanon My niggas All Spark all Hail Megatron Put it out hit Starbucks Like can you pour my whole life in a tall cup Can you make my life sweet, cream it all up Turn tha temperture up, stir it all up Im like Hawkeye wit tha bow dummy I aint Aimin at shit, but I'm on the money Shawty I'ont FLUH Shawty I'ont FLUH Trill nigga, FLY, and don't give a FUCK Shawty I'ont FLUH Got to acknowledge this Gangsters and Prophets get Ghetto Scholarships These hollow tips Leave nigga's Cabbages chopped up into bits These Dollars get More Dollars, Holla, dog got the product kid the Larken spit Bullets through pussies like Gynecologist The hawk, I grip I am a product of my environment Spit knowledge kid, psychologist, off the lid, rhyme philosophist Start sparkin' shit, rocket gripped, off the clip like 'Nigga, swallow this' Top office shit, the Aftermath... Got them dollars that Marshall get A partial split all through your arteries, damn your heart just shift' I parked the whip, sparked the pricks, all that's left is some carcasses the doctor quick, word to Manute Bol, I tossed his shit too small for this, you Tony Parker, I'm David Robinson Shoot like Stojakivic, I copped the whip, Parked the shit Bumpin' Big Poppa shit, or new Tupacalypse the block is sick, mad 'cause rapping is actually popping shit demolished it, I'm out in front like where Rosa Parks'll Sit.. Or we just In accordiance, play you like an accordian send em right to the morgue with his organs torn by DeLoreans that was tied to each side, and they took off like Anne orphan would God Damn, These Snakes is Out of Hand like Scorpion Shawty I'ont FLUH Shawty I'ont FLUH Trill nigga, FLY, and don't give a FUCK Shawty I'ont FLUH OUTRO GET THE CHEESE, GET THE DOUGH HIT THE STREETS, GET SOME MO MONEY PROBLEMS, COME AND GO BUT IT'S WORSE, WHEN YOU BROKE BULLETS BURST, IN HIS THROAT GRAB THE PURSE, HIT YOUR HOE GO TO CHURCH, CASKET CLOSED SPRAY THE HEARSE, CLEAN THE FLOOR

LYRICS. I pull up to Onyx, dem hoes astonished Baby i said I'm your man, but I meant platonic i go through the money like ultrasonics Serving n*** fast as Sonic, like Jimmy Johns bitch And I ain't stopping 'til my whips is foriegnyty And every single chick im with or know is foreign My team be getting money, to you that's foreign Said my n*** getting money, we getting money (Verse) I'm a alcoholic, a alcoholic Said I'm a Alcoholic, a Alcoholic She on that hypnotic, that gin and tonic She jus getting on The Game word to London Lauren You rolling with a Boss, you Wale Folarin Breh I'm bullet lobbin like Football Johnny My hitta in the pen, he don't know his charges Akon dissapeared, im still down wit Konvicts (convicts) Now everytime you see me I'm with 2 bitches Shaquille O'neal of rap, u n*** Fu Shnickens Say my money shorter than Winnie the Pooh Piglet That's Impossible, I put that on Tom Cruise mission (Hook) (Verse Soon a n*** hit tha streets, control alt delete Yea I shut it down, bitch, bluescreen Blowin marijuana, this aint no chronic Mixed chick, half and half, she my Arnold Palmer I hit that, word to Pop Warner Eat it eat it, then i pass a peice to Jeffery Dahmer If life a bitch, thank you bitch, 'cause your ass is gorgeous My bank statement's a blank paper with the word ENORMOUS I, Started from the bottom ain't no new n*** Got them stuck like if Jordan was to lose Pippen You fuck your bitch then buy her Charlotte Rouse denim I fuck your bitch she told me I'm a huge difference (Hook) Turn on the radio all i hear is monotony Rappers scared to step out the box, but hey dey gotta eat Pick up the box and see, outside of the box is me Jus sitting there like pieces to McDonalds monopoly Inside of the box, an audio lobotomy Im outside breakin my leg like paul george when he locked his knees I got tha box for Christmas, when i was yay high Was more rappers in it, and breh i used to listen They used to tell us, go foreign, get foreign errthang Foreign cars, foreign women hangin wit Vera Wang Driver side is the passengers, diamonds shipped on a aeroplane Crossing thru statelines like rollercoasters at Carowinds Ok What's that teaching out youth tomorrow I used to have a foreign my car shit was a Honda Cause ill prolly never own a Lamborghini Accepted, I'm Narcoleptic, i'll just keep dreamin'

LYRICS. [verse] When I was flat broke wait where was u nigga I was leavin' voicemails on niggas phones like where is u nigga When i lost my job when my son was born, wait, where was you nigga When my momma diabetes flared you wont in the waiting room with us When momma always see son, son never see father, you figure That you the reason so out of spite you tell him I'll never be like you nigga Got me like 'try me' I eat a bullet if its meant for family You'll need an army to disarm me I get back on my 2 feet Don't be actin like u know me Who is you nigga [hook] Got cut to the bone, wait, where was you nigga You make it so easy for me to never fuck with you nigga And you swear to go I'm actin' Brand New 'Cause my money got right I'm actin' Brand New But the trill shit is I don't know you But when my money get right I'm actin' Brand New [verse] When I was back and forth, in and out of court, wait, where was you nigga My big brother funeral, at the wait, u wont in the room wit us When i was picked on in middle school aint have shyt where was u nigga Walkin cross town wit' no bus money where was u nigga Fake love but the hates so real from u nigga U make it so easy for me to never fuck wit' you nigga Got me like try me I eat a bullet if its meant for family You'll need an army to disharm me I get back on my 2 feet Dont be actin like u kno me Who is you nigga [hook] Got cut to the bone, wait, where was you nigga You make it so easy for me to never fuck with you nigga And you swear to go I'm actin' Brand New 'Cause my money got right I'm actin' Brand New But the trill shit is I dont know you But when my money get right I'm actin' Brand New [bridge] Money on my mind, money on my mind Might not have it But im tryna grind, man im tryna grind 'Till i get it Haters on rewind, man y'all waste my time If its not about that Mula What i speak for, I'm tryna shine When my money right, don't you come around come around When a nigga down, breh you won't around Trill Shit... I make it so easy for you to never come around Wit' your hand out, I greet you wit' pound [hook] Got cut to the bone, wait, where was you nigga You make it so easy for me to never fuck with you nigga And you swear to go I'm actin' Brand New 'Cause my money got right I'm actin' Brand New But the trill shit is I dont know you But when my money get right I'm actin' Brand New My money get right, get right I'm actin' Brand New...on sight... My money get right, get right I'm actin' Brand New...on sight... My money get right, get right I'm actin' Brand New...on sight... My money get right, get right I'm actin' Brand New...on sight...

LYRICS. Trap House jumping got that work I pull up like skirrt I walk in Trill nigga alert, Trill nigga alert Left hand hold the pot Right hand wrist turn counter-clock I was Rock Bottom like I fought The Rock But now errthangs butter...Country Crock My boys on the block Splittin' two 40's like Hova's spot They was in Durham movin quarter rocks In a used Nissan off of Jordan's lot Now oh lord! Guess who touched down finna open shop Oh lord! Y'all done left Kobe witta open shot Trill Trap House jumpin got that work I pull up like skirrt I walk in Trill nigga alert, trill nigga alert Left hand hold the pot Right hand wrist turn counter-clock I was Rock Bottom like I fought The Rock But now errhangs butter...Country Crock Magic City watch em work the clock After that, slide to Opalock' Afta that, slide straight back Like Pookis eyeball when he smoked a rock Like oh lord! Its about to rain, I jus felt a drop Oh lord! Yall done left Kobe witta open shot Trill Trap House jumpin got that work I pull up like skirrt I walk in Trill nigga alert, trill nigga alert Left hand hold the pot Right hand wrist turn counter-clock Feds like Sherman, Seattle 'Hawks Try to interfere 'fore you touch the rock Left hand hold the pot I be in the Chevy makin rollin' stops On the way to the mall witta load of guap Yellin 'Yall done left kobe witta open shot' Trill Trap House jumpin got that work I pull up like skirrt I walk in Trill nigga alert, trill nigga alert Left hand hold the pot Right hand wrist turn counter clock I was Rock Bottom like, fuck The Rock But now errhangs buter...Country Crock Jus remembered that I forgot Yall my sons, Tom Gugliott' Yall dont understand, I support the thots Dats pimpin', church, Antioch sippin' dat Rollin Rock Tappin' hoes like screens when ya phone is locked You only live once 's what Kurt Cobain told Courtney Cox I mean Courtney Love, hell, No new Friends tho, Courtney Cox! Oh lord!` Yall done left kobe witta open shot Trill Trap House jumpin got that work I pull up like skirrt I walk in Trill nigga alert, trill nigga alert (Trill Nigga Alert, Trill Nigga Alert Trill Nigga Alert, Trill Nigga Alert)

LYRICS. It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye! It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye! Sometime in the late 80's I popped out the pussy like 'nigga, whats crackin' Popped open a 40, my dad was like 'Shorty, I'm calling you Kalvin' Im probably part of the reason my dad was like, 'guess I'll stop being a pastor' '91, I had keyed my moms car like 'remember my birthday you bastards' '94 was the year I turned 7 my mommy ain't give me no presents Because i was still being punished, I stole a bitch watch while her nigga was present '98 i stole 8 tomagatchis from Kevin and sold that bitch right back to Kevin '99 it was pokemon cards suprise i aint learnin' my lesson Yo, I'ma tell you like this, I've been trill ever since December the 10th Hustler's holiday, I've been trill ever since... It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye! It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye! In '01 by my birthday Aaliyah had died, the twin towers had fell In '02 on my birthday I got me some ass, i was feelin myself '03 don't remember... '04 don't remember... '05 was the worse I Almost got killed in a car crash in Tampa '06 i was failing my classes, fuck it, a nigga was rappin' In '07 they robbed my mom crib on my birthday, they took all I had bitch '08 was my year '08 was my year I had turned 21, was turned up at Phoenix like this is my year Yo, I'ma tell you like this, I've been trill ever since December the 10th Hustler's holiday, I've been trill ever since... It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye! It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye! 2010 on my birthday I drunk so much vodka i passed out Only thing i remember I puked in my cousin car, that nigga blacked out 2011 was high at the step-show wit Pooh and some random ass niggas Came back to the crib, my girl said surprise, was so high, I aint hear it 2012 don't remember was probably drunk somewhere having a orgy 2013 I argued wit shorty, later was turnt at the party This year though I'm wildin' after that breh, we wildin' Cause 2014 on my birthday my nigga Im droppin a album (Aye..but you pushed the album back...) It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye! It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye! It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye! It's my muthafuckin' birthday! Aye!

LYRICS. (I'm too much for you niggas, 3 much for you hoes Kendrick told me that, and that's just how it goes) Yo, Straight like This nigga Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me Probably 'cause I'm finessing Hold up, Hold up, Bring That back Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me Probably 'cause I'm finessing Bring that ass, ooo I got that comeback Let her be a freak, why you stopping her Why you stopping her Why you, Why you Stopping her x2 Bring that ass here girl Shawty twerk it like "Skee" Even Stevie Wonder said 'Let me see' She playin d on the d She like the female version of Jodie Meeks That's that l-m-n-o-p Get it Yo, All these bitches after the g Maybe it's cause I'm gettting green My Pockets looking like the bottom of Landon Donovan's cleats Your girl looking for watever reason I give her This d, for watever reason I'm Scared to give a bitch a ring caaause She might leave me and go back Clevelanddddddddd Yo, Straight like This nigga Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me Probably 'cause I'm finessing Hold up, Hold up, Bring That back Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me Probably 'cause I'm finessing Bring that ass, ooo I got that comeback Let her be a freak, why you stopping her Why you stopping her Why you, Why you Stopping her x2 Oh you mad? I don't know why she want me, something you ain't doing If she's gonna be a hoe, Let her be hoe, why you stopping her? That's Something I aint doing Oh you mad? The toy's will make you sing, nigga, Randy Newton If she say she want to go, then we gonna go, Oh you stopping her, I got that Roto-Rooter She said her man was Sun Shine Shitty Said he mediocre, need Iggy I bought a whole bottle of that Sailor told her take it to the head like Diddy's Fist Drizzzyyyyyy....It's a joke.... Yo, Straight like This nigga Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me Probably 'cause I'm finessing Hold up, Hold up, Bring That back Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why your bitch wanna fuck me Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me Probably 'cause I'm finessing Bring that ass, ooo I got that comeback Let her be a freak, why you stopping her Why you stopping her Why you, Why you Stopping her x2 Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me Iono why you bitch wanna fuck me

LYRICS. Coke stains on a kitchen set The lord ain't finished wit me yet Hundred bands in a collection plate This a trap revival, Give God the praise Now lets open up our bibles To the book of Trill, Chapter Hundred, and it states...  Work, fuck a lunch break Gotta bake, fuck a crumb cake Big choppers make the floors shake Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake Bando for the home base Hit em with a Pump Fake Drop a hater like a Dunk Tank Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake Work, fuck a lunch break Tell me pastor what the lord say This a trap revival let the sinners pray Lil niggas listen up The trill is back, the jig is up  30 goons on his house Steps Pop a nigga like a Percocet Devil underneath my feet Gun smokin', anybody got a Nicorette My wrist annointed with the Holy Ghost Baptised in the bosom of a centerfold Im the shit, Johnny Manziel Get it Take the Browns to the Superbowl Hundred bands in a collection plate This a trap revival, Give God the praise Now lets open up our bibles To the book of Trill, Chapter Hunnid, and it states...  Work, fuck a lunch break Gotta bake, fuck a crumb cake Big choppers make the floors shake Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake Bando for the home base Hit em with a Pump Fake Drop a hater like a Dunk Tank Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake Work, fuck a lunch break Tell me pastor wat the lord say This a trap revival Let the sinners pray Lil niggas listen up The trill is back, the jig is up boys in blue try'na tape shit I Rebuke all the Fake shit Nigga fuck an altar call I say that, to say this, Cant save shit Strippers slide down for him...Throw it up watch the blessings come down on em Hallelujah Hoe God is Good...Gave me bricks Spent the profit (Prophet) on this crucifix Hundred bands in a collection plate This a trap revival, Give God the praise Now lets open up our bibles To the book of Trill, Chapter Hunnid, and it states...  Work, fuck a lunch break Gotta bake, fuck a crumb cake Big choppers make the floors shake Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake Bando for the home base Hit em with a Pump Fake Drop a hater like a Dunk Tank Get it Jumpin like a Pump Fake Work, fuck a lunch break Tell me pastor wat the lord say This a trap revival Let the sinners pray Lil niggas listen up The Trill is back, the jig is up

LYRICS. Was homeless, but bounced back like 'aye' With More ambition than 5 Wale's No offense to Ricky, but I'ma pop Rozay Get it all in ya, all on ya mouth. 'Yonce My Jesus Peice, Ali Bomaye I am The Game, Ali Bomaye And you ain't got the answers Kanye Was all good, all good Then pops left and dat shit got real Government cheese and bread got grilled mom was ill, she couldn't work dat shift Now my momma stay wit her momma Cant subtract shit, can't make no difference But fuck all that, just remember this sentence That bullshit, better miss me wit it Had the red coupe, make the roof get missing Lost the crib, im in the coupe jus sitting Im 6'6 how the fuck am I'm fitting Parked behind Burger King like isn't This some shit, I ain't have no back window Just a pack of cookies from Dollar Tree, figured It'll last me longer than a Mickey D's dinner It's all good, all good My uncle died and that shit got real Now all my cousins my kids, that's real Hit Ol' School to tattoo that tear Called my momma, she called her momma She calllin me, like you betta pray So all I kno, with that fake shit, breh Missing me, u better be Cause this triil shit Had a bad bitch, from the westside Play Dipset, she roll her eyes Guess im stuck wit Ty Dolla Sign , I said damn at least play sum ol' Three Six UGK, now what you know 'bout this Put Jeezy on, what you know bout this T.I.P., See when I play dat shit Girl it's all good, all good We bought some liquor, that shit got real I told her my cuz had like 15 bricks But she got knocked for like 15 years She called her momma, who called my momma Yesterday they reduced her sentence When she get out, she goin right back in it So dat bullshit, you better miss her wit it Used to visit dad for the summer But what I ain't tell my mother Is I ain't see my dad the whole summer I was 15 when I got caught By a crooked cop, he stole my guap He booked me, intent to sell Next day I'm back up in school like Hey! Its all good, all good My son was born and that shit got real Ma in Law ain't let me in that crib Babymomma liked to have that fit She called her momma who called my momma She calling me like you better pray So all I know with that fake shit breh Missin me you better be Cause this trill shit Miss me with it on Monday Miss me with on Tuesday Miss me with it on Wednesday Miss me with it on Thursday things weren't the same.... Miss me with it on Friday Miss me with it on Saturday miss me with it on Sunday now what are we gonna do This one time, fuck punchlines Expelled, drug charge, I lucked up Alternative school, they got me fucked up So I said fuck that, my math book slammed shut I stood up, 'I'ma be famous one day' My teacher gave me the 'Is he that dumb' face Then made me write a whole fuckin' essay On how I'll never make it, and present it the same day It's all good, all good Now I'm red carpet, this can't be real can't believe I turned down that deal But Emeril, ooh I'ma make that Mil'(Meal) Then call my momma, she call her momma Remember that crib, fuck, let's get it But fuck this song, just remember this sentence That bullshit, better miss me wit it

LYRICS. All black benz, kush in the wind Bumpin' old Khaled shit, 'All I Do is Win' Switch to 50 cent, turn on Many Men like lil Kim Everytime 50 say 'Many Men' I hit the kush again And he say 'Many Men, wish death upon' (inhale) These niggas fake, and evey synonym They stalking my instagram, on facebook its 'add a freind' But they never knew me now, and they kind of knew me then And that's, why my weedman Gets paid for that headband And bitches jump on my head like Sonic do Eggman Just tryna ball, call Lebron like 'where is Akron' If money was sentence though, my shit would be an acronym Thats small as hell like microbraids done by africans Moneys not the world, but having it's sweeter than saccharine Just trying to treat tonight like my last The sky is the limit my ass, what we tell em Alright Okay Tonight is the night, Okay We going to get right, Okay Okay, Okay Alright Okay Tonight is the night, Okay We going to get right, Okay Okay Drink drink, smoke smoke, all we do is party I love my Malibu, but I want the new Ferrari My job ain't gonna be my job They tally up them tardies These rappers is my sons but I won't show up to Maury Exes stressin' me textin messages, sayin sorry Guess they ain't hear that last line, I won't show up to Maury I was in a suite shit was bout 11 stories With a chick that sucks more than the graphics on Atari She called up her weedman, he fronted that headband That old Katt Williams shit, that 'this that deaf man' Terius Nash, one hit, I start to Dream away Dreams of 'Ty n' Dolla Signs all dats missin is Mila J Used to dodge me now everybody wanna see my face Got my chips up now everybody wanna Frito Lay But life is great, since you wanna know Like Florida Evans playing craps, let the good times roll Alright Okay Tonight is the night, Okay We going to get right, Okay Okay, Okay Alright Okay Tonight is the night, Okay We going to get right, Okay Okay This game is cold But I stick to the code It ain't bout what you know It's bout who you know It ain't bout what you can It's bout what you did And if you havn't done Then you goin' get did Alright ok Glad I got that out the way The real struggle is stayin' relevant unlike Pelle Pelle I give my fans that TLC like Left Eye, T-Boz and Chili And all my shows be jumping like Blake Griffin be out in L.A. Thats why my weedman Gets paid for that headband That shit that have you like huh, but you heard what I said man I got the world in my pocket, I pull it out for y'all Now watch it drop back in the pocket thats word to Brett Favre Critics dissin', they never listen, listen I feel for y'all My flow like Tiger Woods' golf scores, shit so above par Fuck what the critics say All of these lights like Rihanna and Kanye Tonights the night, wait Alright Okay Tonight is the night, Okay We going to get right, Okay Okay, Okay Alright Okay Tonight is the night, Okay We going to get right, Okay Okay

LYRICS. All a nigga do...is get money I dont een sleep, all I do is get money Tryna take my girl, hope u made outta money And we dont even fuck, all we do get money U should do the same... ditto Bout dat life...eh...ditto She want this d, all her friends said ditto Going H-ardy, she talking bout ditto Ditto, ditto My plug is like my kinfolk I roll wit mexicano like my name is Jimmy Kimmel You thought my whole team was rollin' round in a rental must think that Wii U (we you), and I ain't talkin bout Nintendo's Its levels to dis shit, Meek Mill told u Negroes Knock out yo tooth, call it Acci Dental Ya bitch said I'ma dog, blah blah blah blindo If you knew I was a dog why take me out tha kennel? Trill.. Yo girl in my room tryna beam up You can ask August, nigga Alsina (I seen her) Nigga I Seen Her, i never owned a beemer But I bet dat ass'll fill the whole damn backseat up Cause im that Dude, sideee..Beanie man Run up in your crib like I jus landed in Elysium All about that green like the shirt on Doug Funny Ya ask me wat I'm doin, I aint tryna be funny but All a nigga do...is get money I dont een sleep, all I do is get money Tryna take my girl, hope u made outta money And we dont even fuck, all we do get money U should do the same... ditto Bout dat life...eh...ditto She want this d, all her friends said ditto Going H-ardy, she talking bout ditto Ditto, ditto Your money talk, Ditto But mines got tha last word nigga like...10-4 Talkin' cause u strapped, word, ditto Nigga it's a wrap like the word after Reynolds I was up in N.O. So much thought i was Creole Collection plate wrist, coke comin back Ten Fold Ballin' like breh, I'ma darkskin Jermy Lin though Cause ain't shit free 'cept the space on a bingo She came with a freind, she ain't tryna leave her But shawty We Dem Boyz, we gone may Khalifa (Make Her Leave Her), we gone make her leave her, I never owned a Jeep'a, but u bet that ass'll fill the whole damn backseat up Cause im that Dude, sideee..Beanie man Run up in your crib like I jus landed in Elysium All about that green like the shirt on Doug Funny Ya ask me wat I'm doin, I aint tryna be funny but All a nigga do...is get money I dont een sleep, all I do is get money Tryna take my girl, hope u made outta money And we dont even fuck, all we do get money U should do the same... ditto Bout dat life...eh...ditto She want this d, all her friends said ditto Going H-ardy, she talking bout ditto All a nigga do...is get money I dont een sleep, all I do is get money Tryna take my girl, hope u made outta money And we dont even fuck, all we do get money U should do the same... ditto Bout dat life...eh...ditto She want this d, all her friends said ditto Going H-ardy, she talking bout ditto