Fabolous

[fox69]

"Ready"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Ready"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Chorus: Chris Brown]
And baby we don't need a bed, no
Don't need a master room, don't need to set the mood
She like, "Yeah, yeah"
One touch one touch, she gon' give me all the love
She's ready, so ready
She ready, so I'm ready
I feel it comin' on strong, it's so heavy
She ready, I'm ready

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I hear if you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready
Call you when I get there, you just get your shit wetty
Oops I mean your shit ready, can't believe I said that
Least you know where my head at, now shorty where your head at
She gon' dive in head first, school me like the board of ed
She do it then we do it so she can say she thought ahead
Laid up in that all day, can't get out that water bed
Talk nasty for ya boy, silent treatment for the feds
No cup for the thirsty, she bad as controversy
Skin-tone like Hershey, body Lord have mercy
Yeah if this thing were a car, it'd be a Lamborghini Mercy
Maybe I'm too fast, girl say she

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Talkin' 'bout you born ready, talkin' 'bout it's on deck
Talk a good one on text, you say you 'bout it I'm gon' check
I put some kisses on neck, let me warm that engine up
Relax when the tension's up, girl you just call your ninja up
And I pop up in that all black (all black) and kill that
See I'm dressed appropriate, you got to feel that
Feel that? (I feel that)
That's that love comin' down
For the brain, I'm dumbin' down, we on swole when she come around
Need ice to numb it down, night stick to beat it up
Rodney King that teen girl, can't we all just get along?
You could get along, you already know, but is you ready though?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Fabolous]
If you are a bad one, be ready (Be ready)
Two times for my niggas, we ready (We so ready)
The pretty ladies in the V.I. and they ready (They so ready)
I'm feelin' good, chillin' good, I'm ready (I'm ready, yo)
Left a girl in the back, she ready (She so ready)
We don't know how to act, we ready (Cause we're ready)
And we can't wait to get home (If you're ready, come on)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Real One"
(feat. Jazzy)

"Real One"
(feat. Jazzy)



[Fabolous:]
One time
One time
You just need a real one one time
You just need a real one, ay

Heard she in between dudes, just like Lauryn
Go to work everyday, take the bus like tourin'
She be curving all the locals, must like foreigns
And this is when I had the Martin, I was just like Lawrence
So wassup
Dark windows on the Aston
Who else pull a big daddy up on Mother Gaston
I'm like collar on, it's hard to get role lasting
She said "I don't know, it depends who's asking"
Look, I'm Young OG, but you can call me Yogi
You say how real I am but when you do it sound bogie
So why don't you get to know me, I'll remind you of the homie
And make you forget about everybody that's before me
She said "I hope so cause them other niggas flow be
Had me gettin' hurt all the time, I'm like Kobe"
So I be with Adobe, M.I.A like SoBe
All these nigga tryna hit it, even bitches on the low be
Brooklyn like "Nah son", Harlem like "Yo, B"
It's wet like the ocean, with dick like Moby
We need to stick together, real one's click together
Since we both gettin' to it, we can hit that lick together
Get that money

[Fabolous & Jazzy:]
You just need a real one one time
Stack up to a million one time
(Where we at?)
Back up in the building one time
Shout out to the real ones one time

Said you might have had some but you need a real one
You might have had some but you need a real one
You might have had some but you need a real one
Said you might have had some but you need a real one

[Fabolous:]
Funny how money change a situation
Real one come through, make a lituation
When you work for me it come with vacation
Trip to L.A just to hit crustaceans
Everybody eats, had the krab with the noodles
Too busy doing me to be mad at what you do
The big dozas out, better grap up your poodles
Don't let em work that magic cause Fab got that voodoo
Fab go that voodoo, yeah, Fab got that voodoo
Stick the pen in your doll, stab up your booboo
She might have had some but she need a real one
And she a bad one, realest in the building
And I'm a bad boy, I Diddy bop on Biggie block
Bad bitches can't really rock with any thot
Gotta ball, we really jocks up in the spot
I'm so Brooklyn, I Millie Rock on any block

[Jazzy:]
Y'all need a real one one time
I know em when I see em one time
Kill em, it won't breathe 'em one time
But bae I'll never leave ya one time
You know I'm the type to ride with ya
Sit back, late, getting high with ya
Kick back, bump this vibe with ya
Baby I just gotta be alive with ya
You complete me baby
So much listen to me, but boy you fill me up
And I know you need me baby
You know I'm down and know just how to lift me up
So tell me the truth
Is you rockin'? Cause I'm into you
Boy this parkin', I'm not timing you
Boy come clock in and it's all on you
I'll come knockin
Baby I'll be back in no time
Soon as we pause, we hit the rewind
Go back in time, slow down, 69
187, baby you are a big crime
And for you I’ll do time, for you I’ll do time
Long as you repay me with wine and dine
Anything you ask for with me is fine
I'll be your star baby, you my sun shine

[Jazzy (Fabolous):]
(Tell me what you need)
I just need a real one one time
(Get that money)
Stack up to a million one time
(Where we at?)
Back up in the building one time
Shout out to the real ones one time

[Jazzy:]
You might have had some but you need a real one
You might have had some but you need a real one
You might have had some but you need a real one
One time

 

[fox69]

"Real Playa Like"
(feat. Lloyd)

"Real Playa Like"
(feat. Lloyd)



[Fabolous]
Tryin to show you somethin shorty
Ay baby girl they say the world is a beautiful place, that's right
I'm tryin to help you open yo' eyes and see that
Ha ha, this some shit, cool shit, real playa like

[Chorus: Fabolous (Lloyd)]
Hey shorty, we can do it real playa like
We can go a few places that you say you like
See what a day is like when you be my a-alike
Girl just lay back, I'll do it the way you like
(Said it's the flyest thing, just the way we swing)
(Me and you, how we do, be so flyyyy)

[Fabolous]
You need to leave them burgers alone and make a steak upgrade
I'm filet mignon with a tape-up fade
I see things clear through these Mark Jacob shades
Like the clarity in these jewels that Jacob made
You sleep better knowin you gon' wake up paid
Hairstyle, nails filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a droptop Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'ma stop by the barber, you can hit the shops in the harbor
Then get the chops or the lobster
Prime on 12, dinner for dos
We, begin with a toast, end with a dose
of the light green cheeba, rolled in a Cohiba
It's Sunday, so you know the Forge is
Weather gorgeous, not a cloud in the sky
We can show the world how to be fly, yessss

[Chorus]

[Fabolous]
If you want to act Hollywood fine, but shorty let's do it
when we sittin on the hills like the Hollywood Sign
And every man lies, but not every man flies
privately to Van Nuys
Range on the runway, driver to pop doors
Straight to Barney's, somethin we need to stop for
She like, "It's early - what we gonna shop for?"
How 'bout green grass breakfast, top floor
Later on Fred C, or Max Fields
Real playa like dress, good black heels
No 'Hanas, we can do Katana's
You, me, and ooh-wee marijuana
Then slide through Hyde, might include Mood
Maybe go to Area, if it's in the area
The Friday's young, try things my way hon
Malibu ride, highway 1

[Lloyd]
Nothing is too much, everything you touch turns to gold
You make me better (you make me better)
I'm fly as I can be, but when you're with me
I can't help but notice, I'm more focused (but you're the coldest)
Girl you are so...

[Fabolous]
Ay shorty
Bring the Maybach, we got a long way to go
Just lay back, you had a long day, I know
And they whack, do it the wrong way, I know
I play back but have the song playin low
While - we six-deuce and let you fix Goose
In a glass with some ice, maybe mix some juice in
On the way to L.I., well I, coulda took the hell-eye
but we do more behind wheel
Hampton home, two floors for nine mill'
Real playa like two doors from Seinfeld
White marble, new floors that shine still
And the help keep food stored, wine chilled
Hey, you gotta live one day right (right)
Well how 'bout from Friday to Sunday night?
Then back 'fore they notice back up in Lotus
Let the world know we back and we focused~!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Real Talk (123)"

"Real Talk (123)"


[Intro]
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk..

[Verse 1]
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm cool wit' it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin' upset
Cuz' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like that
But you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a baller cuz' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties

[Hook 2X]
1-2-3; you don't really wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga

[Verse 2]
How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's
And the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tents are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security you like unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out
Fucka

[Hook]

[Outro]
1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk
Real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk

 

[fox69]

"Really Tho"

"Really Tho"


Yeah
I'm just speaking for myself
And the real niggas like me

[Hook:]
If you ain't with a real nigga, then who are you with?
How you ride doesn't matter what kind of car you get?
I love my real bitches, fuck the fake hoes
I be asking God why he even make those?
Real real real re really tho
Real real real re really tho
Real real real re really tho
Real real real re really tho

[Verse 1:]
Me and my niggas talkin' shit at the pool table
Wanna know who sat these nerds at the cool table?
Who let these unimportant hoes in the VIP?
Who let these little niggas in? I need to see ID
Real real real re really tho
These lames never paid attention so they really owe
I know some R&B bitches that can really blow
Turkey burgers and hot chocolate, really ho?
When shit get real now then it's "I'm just playin'"
When people hating now then it's "I'm just sayin'"
Fake this and fake that got you feeling yourself?
You can't be real with me, you ain't even real with yourself

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Me and some fly girls chillin' where the bar is
Wanna know when y'all gon' stop treasuring garbage?
When they gon' get they own and stop minding our biz?
When these Bride of Chucky Dolls became Barbies?
Real re re re I'm really certain
If everybody a boss, then who's really workin'?
If they say they got that raw shit, that really mean
Them white squares is stepped on, Billie Jean
Rather a real enemy than a fake friend
Rather know for sure, than be mistaken
One thing you should know, when you play the game
Lies always change, the truth stay the same

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Renegade"
(feat. Paul Cain)

"Renegade"
(feat. Paul Cain)



[Intro - Fabolous]
Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man
They even talked about Jesus

[Fabolous]
I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin
Sorta like some clear diamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she know her son is somewhere grindin
Some where rhymin, or somewhere climbing
Out of a pottable 760, inclasable very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain't pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me
I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me
But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert into clowns, cause the cemetary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are found
So I take the time, of whatever the bench throw
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two inch hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be hectic
But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's record
And the girls more than like you, when you running run
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't like you
You going on like thirty-six, flowin on some berry mix
The little money you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks
Tryna look young, so you throwing on the jersey quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya thirty-six
You can look at this rider, and see I'm on the come-up
Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up
I just turn the system up and keep boppin
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep stoppin
And I tell the cops, this joint is for protection
Don't they see when I come through, how these people point in my direction
That's why I poke out my jeans, like my joint with a erection
Till I'm in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It wouldn't even surprise me, if one of these rappers is a Fed, nigga

[Paul Cain]
Since I'm in the position to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether it come from rapping on blocks, flipping and pitching
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen where I cook and prepare it
(Nigga you know) and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent
I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as that
I make it obvious, when I pick up a pencil and rap
Like a .40 Cal, spittin on instrumentals I clap!
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo back
I get you murdered if I think you a wrap
Cause if you don't show loyalty, then that show me where ya principles at
And you don't know how much I been through, in fact
I never did like you, I ain't even gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I ain't gotta say it twice and repeat it
I'm a lyrical genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better believe it
Leave you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it
My Desert's the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it
Or spored out somewhere sick, you get red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reason, and just when I'm leavin
You don't know me ya on me homie, but the spread make us even, BLOAW!

[Outro - Paul Cain]
And the bad part about it is man, haha
I'm only twenty years old man
And I'm just havin fun
Man I ain't even tryin man
Desert Storm's youngest, and in charge man
Paul Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't even gotta go hard man
I got these niggas man
Clue! Holla at cha boy
Skatin Dolla
Duro! it's our year man
Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man
You already know what it is
It's a ho'cide man
Stop "Street Dreamin"

 

[fox69]

"Respect"

"Respect"


Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggas gonna' make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You fucking with the wrong one brother
I'm telling ya

I'm sitting in the crib dreaming about killing ya
With machine guns shotties and desert E dillingers
Putting a bullet as big as a battery, through a niggas anatomy
And watching him die slow
You need full clips to push up in the joint
When you in the kinda truck, that I push up to the joint
Cause these motherfuckers, will push him to the point
That you'll end up locked down doing push ups in the joint
But they'll box you in the corner
And you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
Ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
You'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
Not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
'Till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
'Till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)
'Till there's a mural on your block and some candles
Who wanna die?

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna kill no one
But I ain't no motherfucking punk
I don't wanna kill no one
But I ain't no motherfucking chump
I don't wanna kill no one
But I ain't no motherfucking clown
Cause I'm gonna have to kill someone
Just to get some respect

My Teflons, will have you screaming like wyclef jean
(Someone please call 9-1-1)
But if they ever get the watch on my left arm
I'm gonna have more bury than that guy stephon
First they put that white sheet over you brother
Then the newspapers put you all over the cover
Then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
Next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
A tinted hearse is what most men leave in
Followed by a limo full of family and close friends grieving
When pulling marijuana
I'm gonna wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
But, I'm loosing my patience
Fuck it, send me to the island I could use a vacation
Now it's easy for me to understand
How you could just kill a man
Uhh

[Chorus]

I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
Like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit 'em up outta here, and get 'em up outta here
I got the juice, like bishop had wit him
That just don't give a fuck semi, like ol' dog had wit him
I'm saying prayers for my enemy
I hope god bless him, before the fucker run into me
I dunno, what the fuck has got into me?
But I know I don't want them slugs going into me
I'm just trying to live my life
So niggas better give me my respect, or give me life
Uhh


[Chorus]

Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to this right
But fuck it..
Niggas will push you to that point man
Niggas will play with you so fucking much man
Aggravate you so fucking much man
That you wanna kill a nigga man
Yea

 

[fox69]

"Return Of The Hustle"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)

"Return Of The Hustle"
(feat. Swizz Beatz)



[Swizz Beatz over an interpolation of EPMD's "Rampage"]
Record mode! (Record mode!)
Get your money in the air like this (yeah yeah)
FAB TIME~! BK

[Fabolous]
We knock this out homey (yesss)
Street da-da-da-da-damn (yesss)
Ay it's a new year, and I'm back for new money
Just I think I left somethin (JUST BLAZE!)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
It's a new year, dolla dolla bill y'all, yup!
Get that money yup! Dolla dolla bill y'all, yup!
Get that money yup! Dolla dolla bill, yup yup!

[Fabolous]
Yesss - it's the return of the young hustle
A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle
Me I'd rather do my lip lashin, when the chips cash in
Then you might see me on the strip flashin
like Vegas lights, and they say I shine Vegas bright
Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight
So shiiiiiiit, gettin hit in my leg is like
I mean it coulda been a 2Pac vegas night
Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening
"Baby you okay?" I mean well I'm breathin
Hell I'm even, bossin and I left
The money ain't right then I toss you to the left
Yesss, to the left, to the left
Everything is hustle to the death for the F-
-A-B baby, they be lazy
Gucci straightjacket cause I may be crazy
Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper
This a new year but I recycle for the paper
If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper
So have my check right, no typos with the paper please

[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ ad libs, end first time end with "I said"]

[Fabolous]
They say the rap game remind 'em of the crack game
That's why they money go, quicker than a crack high
My money stack high, how high? Shaq high
Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high
You lookin at your new hustle, like your last hustle
Was looked at as Russell, in my past hustle
Shorty work it, she be on her ass hustle
She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles
Fast rush you, then back to the money
They say I'm frontin, can't turn my back to the money
And truthfully you're cool but I'm attracted to money
So why don'tcha turn your back to the money and let it shake
I'm lovin how you move that smooth, you let it snake
But players don't chase at it baby we let it make
Bet it make sense when you make them dollars
I ain't gotta make them move, but I make them holla
This my year, but y'all can help me celebrate
I'm 9:15, that means I'm hella straight
Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks
I'm back for my money, it's just they luck

[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ ad libs, end first time end with "I said"]

[Swizz Beatz]
Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air [2X]
Let me see it up, let, let me see it up [2X]
LADIES~! Money in the air, m-m-money in the URR-URR [2X]
Money in the air, money in the air
Let me see it up, nigga you don't need that dough
Nigga you don't need that dough...

 

[fox69]

"Ride For This"
(feat. Ja Rule)

"Ride For This"
(feat. Ja Rule)



[Talking - Ja Rule {Fabolous}]
{We trin' to kill these niggas}

Yo
{Yea, Uh Huh, Yea}
We in the door now
{Yea}
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
{Yea}
Cluemanatti
{My nigga}
Holla back nigga
{Yea, Uh, Yea}
Irv Gotti
{Yea}
Murder Inc.
{Uh, Yea, Uh}
Run'em down nigga

[Fabolous]
Load the 4-4 up
Im the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go up
Hit you and your ho up
From the torso up
Leave ya'll there til the ?? or the law show up
Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop?, I rob you, Ice your Roll up
I pop bottles, Ain't no need for no cup
Roll the pure Dro up, Stroll the floor tore up
The difference between Fab and ya'll, After I pick an auto up
Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up
Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see-saw go up
I see four blow up
Check these diamonds, No flaws show up
My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up
What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up
Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up
You know who done it now, Few hundred miles
And with shoes on it now
It's like a few hundred thou
When we run up this guns 2 stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
Nigga who want it blawgh

[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at

[Fabolous]
Yo, You must wanna die
From the nigga you testify against
Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
Swing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tents
Sittin on nineteen's, Gun stash by the vents
Niggas is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squint
I pull up, Pull out, Pull back
Them guys will sprint
Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since
Got a deal, No sellin', Been supplyin since
Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints
We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense
These niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convinced
Once I present the four fifth why comment
Im the type you tell ya dame bout
Push a fellow brain out
Leave'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out
One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out
Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S)

[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya'll at
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at

 

[fox69]

"Riesling & Rolling Papers"

"Riesling & Rolling Papers"



This is why they fuck with me: right after the head
I tell em I gotta leave cause I'm trying to stay sucker-free
They say I'm a dog, well that makes them a fucking flea
And now I understand why their ass is so stuck on me
Luckily, I be feeling good in my bucket seats
Thug Motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03
Mind of a hockey player: you could suck a D
I'm a reach my goal and you ain't gon take this puck from me
Coco Loso in my Stanley Cup
You could say whatever, just don't bring the family up
Who could fuck with me? Everybody hand be up
But when we set the date, bet these niggas stand me up
I'm down to earth like gravity, but man we up
Women get around me and they cannot keep their panties up
Your boy drop jewels, you niggas should ante up
This is food for thought, you bitches fill the pantry up
As I get older, I be looking at what rap breeds:
A bunch of tatted up niggas who can rap weed
And I ain't saying I'm exactly what rap needs
I'm just a swagged-out nigga in a Rapide
With a 3-year old, that I'm trying to be here for
Road to the riches, and my gift is my vehicle
And I ain't even talking about that Aston Martin
Even though I bought that for my birthday
The lines I come up, they pass the margin
Yeah, I write my best shit on my worst day
And that's the shit that gets you richer
Turn a negative into a positive: get the picture?
People say I changed; it's not me, it's the money
It's the middle of the winter but they got me where it's sunny
And I'm not just being funny, I know no other way
Let's just finish up this Riesling and roll another J