Just like that, niggas don't know how to act Bet when them niggas hear this they get to grabbing their strap Just tell the dj, they know They get to bringing it back Them niggas hit up the club, they get to bringing the set I said, now just like that, bitches don't know what to do And when we hit up the club, you know them broads coming through I told her hit up her girl, tell them that they can come too And now that bitch off the chain, I told y'all then what I do I say now just like that
Bitches they screaming, I can hear bitches calling Give a fuck if they like it, tell them niggas I'm balling These niggas holding they nuts As you see I ain't stalling Swear these niggas are trees As you see I ain't falling They want me trip on my strings Want me fall on my face Get a lick for a hundred, damn, it fell in my safe Sexy, no alcoholic, but she drink like a toilet Gonna do me a favor and put your mouth on this faucet I know just how she like it She might think I'm a psychic Even called me a plumber, she like the way that I pipe it Niggas front like they know me, they must got me mistaken Bitch, I'm pleading not guilty, you'll never charge me with faking
You see my back on my chevy, you can tell I'm swagging And you know that I got it, you can tell I ain't bragging Them rollies wear big faces, drink ciroc by the cases I'm neo out this bitch, feel like I'm stuck in the matrix I'm talking so much white, you would think I was racist See I came from the bottom, I'm talking under the basement Threw the roof off this bitch like we just had a tornado Desert eagles, they twins, I call em cain and abel Hundred k in my pocket, that shit as thick as a bible Superstar in my hood, so that would make me an idol Had a hell of a night, so I'mma say me a prayer In the lockout I'm balling, so that would make me a player
I got em popping and leaning, I got em drinking and smoking I told her take off her clothes What she say? that she open If you're getting to money, my nigga, ball like a dog Them cigarillos so big, them bitches look like they logs I'm the life of the party, bring the party some life You know I'm dead-ass serious. why? cause I said it twice We talking straight suicide, we taking shots to the head Must be drinking amnesia, cause I forgot what I said Stack up so much bread I'mma need me a toaster My partner ride with his chopper, this nigga think he a soldier Why I'mma stand in the section when I can stand on the sofa? So y'all guess what I does, you never say I ain't told ya
Compositores: Christopher James Gholson (Drumma Boy), Jay W Jenkins (Young Jeezy) ECAD: Obra #7987887