Master P

[fox69]

"Y'all Don't Know"
(feat. 241, Ghetto Commission)

"Y'all Don't Know"
(feat. 241, Ghetto Commission)



[Master P]
Say brah
In this game called life
It's charces (choices), decisions, and consequences
I decided to change my life, for the better [ya heard me?]
So anybody that's out there seeking conviction
because of profanity in my music
then you don't understand me or my people
See my music is about keepin it real
It's about the constant struggles that I been through in the ghetto
So cain't (can't) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make..
It don't get no realer than this

[241 - singing while P speaks]
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through

[Master P]
Too many problems I can't sleep, you either strong or you weak
See I was born to be a G, that's why I learned to flip a key
From the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slave
Now who wanna get paid? But I'ma a hustler til I'm dead
Fuckin wrong road but it's the right route..
Now picture me with the lights out!
Who can I turn to when time's hard?
Trust in no nigga, put my faith in God
Cause penetentiarIES, stayed packed (stay packed)
Once you on the bus you might not come back
To my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up)
And to my soldiers on the street, don't get fed up (fed up)
Sometime we do bad, but we all in it
You gotta learn to dream, cause there's No Limit, ya heard me?

[241 - singing]
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)

[Ghetto Commission]
Don't treat me like a disease, cause my skin darker than yers (yours)
And my environment is hostile, nuttin like your suburbs
I'm from the ghetto, home of poverty - drugs and guns
Where hustlers night life for funds but, makin crumbs
in the slums in the street, in the cold in the heat
Rest in peace and then deceased but we still strugglin while you sleep
And the game never change it's still the same since you passed
We get beat and harassed, whenever them blue lights flash

To the little homies in the hood, claimin wards and wearin rags
Tryin to feel a part of a family he never had
And it's sad, I feel his pain, I feel his wants
To avoid bein locked up, there's do's and don'ts

Use your head little soldier, keep the coke out your system
that ? out your veins, that won't do away with the pain
Only prayers will get you through, ain't no use to bein foolish
Ain't got one life to live, so be careful how you use it

[241 - singing]
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)
Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)

[Master P]
Haha.. the mo' money you make, the mo' problems you gon' have
The mo' people gon' want, the mo' they gon' wanna take it from you
(The mo' they gon' want to STEAL from you)
So keep your eyes open (they might even kill you to get it)
(Can't believe in nobody but God soldiers)
There ain't No Limit, ya heard me?
(Believe.. none of what you hear and half of what you see, huh)
(Picture me ballin.. think they wanna see a ghetto child
Comin out the Callio' project, makin Forbes magazine, Fortune?
Huh, think they wanna see, a ghetto kid like me, make it in the NBA?
Huh, picture me ballin.. uh-huh, picture all of us ballin
Picture the haters fallin though, uh-heh
It ain't No Limit ya heard me?)

 

[fox69]

"Y'all Don't Want None"
(feat. Mystikal)

"Y'all Don't Want None"
(feat. Mystikal)



[Master P]
This goes to all y'all BITCH ASS niggaz
that got the motherfuckin game twisted
Get it how you live, hehehehe

[Mystikal]
UH-OHHHHHHHHHH! (Hoody hoooo!)
It's on!

[Master P - repeat 6X]
It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!)

I'm on the block, and I keep my nine cocked
I got a problem - it's handled, with some automatic shots
See I'm a thug - and I love to smoke weed
And I'm a hustler - that mean I love to serve fiends
I'm from the 3rd Ward, Callio', and I'ma represent it
You don't know me? You better stay out of my business
cause I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee
But nigga I don't box, I'm the M to the P
I crush domes - I got some niggaz that'll break bones
And if I can't catch you, then I'ma follow yo' bitch home
We got beef - then you know I can't sleep
And if it's a war - then we can take it to the streets

[Master P - repeat 4X]
It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!)

[Mystikal]
P fuck them niggaz - bout to get the duct tape and WRAP THIS BITCH UP
Talkin that shit on the record you better be ready to BACK THAT SHIT UP
Ya, mama ain't gon' let cha come outside if she know what I'ma do to you
Hatin behind our back but when you see us you hollerin hoody hoo
(HOODY HOOO!) Fake ass record companies, y'all niggaz is roody-poot
Y'all niggaz ain't soldiers on the street
Y'all niggaz is dick in the booty (y'all don't want none)
Bitch I'm CURSIN, cause it's PERSONAL (y'all don't want none)
Use my name I'm gon' be STOMPIN, CHOKIN, HURTIN
Jump in that water if you wanna
I'ma catch y'all in that corner, pull it out and PUT IT ON YA
Y'all bitches got more mouth than you got heart
You got more hype than you got money
Y'all niggaz don't want me to start!
We see more millions in a year than y'all niggaz gon' know about
Let a nigga get a little attention then a nigga wan' show out
But we gon' stay bout it through the 2000 and check domes
Oahkayyyyyyy... BRING IT ON!

[Master P]
Y'all don't want none, we ready
Y'all don't want none, we ready
Y'all don't want none, we ready
We ready, we ready

[Master P - repeat 8X]
It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!)

[Master P - repeat 4X over last two parts]
Down South niggaz we ready
East coast niggaz we ready
West coast niggaz we ready
Midwest niggaz we ready

[Master P]
We ready, we ready, we ready, we ready
Hahah real niggaz, we ready
Real bitches, we ready
No Limit, we ready
All my soldiers, we ready
Haaaaaaa, ain't nuttin changed nigga
We still the same

 

[fox69]

"Yappin'"
(feat. Halleluyah, Young Buck)

"Yappin'"
(feat. Halleluyah, Young Buck)



[Intro: Master P]
Man you need to cut all that woofin out
Either you from the hood or you ain't from the hood
But if you ain't from the hood, don't be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO LIMIT)
Cause niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz

[Chorus: Halleluyah]
Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out

[Master P]
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a duck
Quick to holla whats up when a thug pull up
I see you fake ass twisted niggaz straight to the side
and can't even look a real nigga straight in the eye
Screamin "Bust a nigga head" but real killers don't talk
You could tell a real gangster how he act and how we act
See, you and your click don't wanna face me nigga
I'll detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga
Cause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild coyote
Show you what Shaq shoulda did to Kobe
Slap him in his mouth, nigga fuck Jerry Buss
That fool still talkin, beat his bitch ass up
You a rookie under me so respect your elders
Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be rebelous
The New No Limit, we ain't scared to go to war
Have you spoof when you leave the house or ridin in your car

[Chorus]

[Master P]
You can't live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones
I'm a New No Limit soldier, got it tatted on my arm
See you puh puh poolay, fuck what you say
We get to stomping like soldiers in Peru Bay
Real thugs get it crunk in the club
You don't give a fuck then throw your hood up
I got a couple screws missing, they say I talk in my sleep
I'm addicted to money and weed but I love the freaks
You don't wanna run up on a nigga in the club
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that buzz
See, I'm a fool nigga, break the rules nigga
I came to party, you wanna get stomped, thats on you nigga
See, I'm a bEast boy, I'm from the streets boy
You could knuckle up but Drumma got that heat boy
I mean the feet boy, I'm Pistol Pete boy
Stop screamin motherfucker, you ain't me boy

[Chorus]

[Young Buck + (Master P)]
(Where you at Buck?)
We got the weed spot poppin and the dice game crackin
Got some hustlers with some birds and some young niggaz jackin
This the hood baby, white t-shirts and the khakis
Stomp stompin in my G-Units still Cadillac'n
P, you know I been waiting to push a line with you dawg
P, uou know I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg
I'm on the grey goose, Huey Lewis Black Panther shit
The whole club pumping they fist but here we go
It's No Limit up in here, bitch you got damn right (Bitch you got damn right)
We gonna act like C-Murder just got out of jail tonight
Oh, we came to start a fight, break 'em off something rough
Take it back to the streets nigga, make 'em say ughh (Make 'em say ughh)
So me and Silkk The Shocker in a black Impala
Burnin rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper
No matter what I been through, my bank account got it
Fuck them other niggaz cause we still bout it bout it

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"You A Genius"
(feat. Alley Boy)

"You A Genius"
(feat. Alley Boy)



Nigga turn a fo' to a half; You a genius
From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; You a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius
Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; You a genius
G-G-Got ki's off the boat, street nigga; You a genius
P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius

Ask Joey where that rock at
Lebron James couldn't stop that
Posted up wit' my trill niggas, ain't nobody got that
It's soda pop and that water-water
Wal-Greens, sell any order
I'm a chemist on that stove, turn a soft eighth to a hard quarter
Livin like a nightmare
My rifle man be right there
I bubble up and I cook it up, I'm Einstein without the white hair
And I don't need no recipe but this microwave be cookin
I had to check my bitch for using the same pot that I cook in
Then I gave the rock to Boz and he brought me back some paper
Courtney dropped me off a gun and said "Keep that for them haters"
This applied knowledge I got, it ain't come from no book
If you make it out, you a genius; If you get caught, you a crook

Nigga turn a fo' to a half; You a genius
From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; You a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius
Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; You a genius
G-G-Got ki's off the boat, street nigga; You a genius
P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius

[Alley Boy:]
Much more than I seen
Came up from a triple beam
I'm a young G, how I mack em out my whole team
Can't speak too fluent
I can do anything if my mind put to it
No Limit Forever, don't change 'til the grave
All my G's influenced
All the change I pull
Laces down to the Louie V made bowls
Me and Benz on tour
Nigga here's a million dollars in my roll
Turnin twenty-four, turnin fourty-eight
I'ma knock 'em out with it
Never use the phone when you ride around with it
Chance, stop em, tell 'em I did it
Really gettin money? Y'all Barbie killers
Ask the boy, the Don; Percy Miller
Nigga this money stacked to the ceiling
From all this crack and weed dealing
Haters ain't any interference
Let 'em get to the money, that's gon kill 'em
Planning my steps, watching my moves
All my G's gon' feel him
Mob!

Nigga turn a fo' to a half; You a genius
From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; You a genius
Put it on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius
Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; You a genius
G-G-Got ki's off the boat, street nigga; You a genius
P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; You a genius
Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; You a genius

If you could look at it, and don't even need no scale
You a genius
If you could just cook that thang up, with the earl and shake it
You really a chemist, you a genius
But if you could clean ya dirty money up to good money and survive this crazy shit
You a genius, ya feel me?

 

[fox69]

"You Can't See What I'm On"

"You Can't See What I'm On"




I wish I had a dollar for every nigga that told me lies
I wish I had a bond for every bitch that called and cried
I'm a change my number, is this yet

You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can't even see what I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can't even see what I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm o
I heard you calling people, this movie come with a sequel
That's wonder bread, you can try to take or you can meet that desert eagle
I see it's not in that hold it, twenty thousand dollar loot
Looking at my jewelry while I'm watching your girl booty
I'm on like the white house, don't make me push your light out
I'm riding with them two thing on the street we call that two chains
Got a van with no roof on, everything I be too tone
That Mercedes coupe and that Bentley coupe
Too small, man, my boot on it
My doors open from the other side, my tennis shoes got 4 5
Them antiques in my garage, that the shit, I never drive
I'm blowing on the purple, nigga looking like herbal
I see these clowns hating, they belong in a circus

You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can't even see what I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can't even see what I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm o
That new Roly, I got two of them, super models I got a few of them
I ask you for a couple dollars, you hadn't said you couldn't do nothing
I'm on you on the paper, bills marking favors
Always talking about keeping it real, but always been a hater
So talk to my secretary, I don't have no secretary
But you get my direct line, hater that's unnecessary
I'm balling, now recording songs under this chandelier
Riding through the air in a brand new Lim'
And my fans keep getting younger, my money keep getting longer
I got some for these hating niggas, I happen to have them on you
If folks getting that Kool-Aid, putting rap game in the chokehold
Got a stable full of stallions and I might go play some polo

You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can't even see what I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on You talk a whole lot of this, a whole lot of that
Sitting right there with me but you can't even see what I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

 

[fox69]

"You Don't Know Me"

"You Don't Know Me"


[Master P]
Yo, whatcha trippen on
Didnt I tell you it was gonna be alrite
I done came up on somethin shorty
And I got you

[Chorus x2]
O you dont know me very well
(shorty keep ya head up)
O you dont know me very well
(even when you fed up)

[Master P]
I seen you in school shorty
Whats to du shorty
You know im out here thuggin
But whats up with me and you shorty
You need me im on the freeway
Im in the hood thuggin with my homie Darrel, I mean EJ
What you sayin
He aint treatin you right
Whats up baby girl you needa thug in yo life
Shorty keep ya head up
And imma be there when you need me girl
Even when you fed up
And I aint tryna boost you up
Or shoot you up
But if u was money, ud be a million bucks
Just be there when I need ya
And if you hungry imma feed ya
Thats why them other girls wanna be ya
And girl you shouldnt settle for less
Settle for that
You a queen and you deserve the best
I know you dont know me
I remember what you told me
And I like the way you hold me

[Chorus x2]

I know you shocked
Aint really into meetin new guys
Think we all the same
Good for tellin you lies
But I can understand that
I peep the frown that you had on yo face
When I ask where your man at
But I aint really tryna invade your space
Your heart has been shattered all over the place
You used to be a bright girl
Now your world is dimm
Got an attitude
Wish you hadnt heard of him
Imma P-I-M-P but ill treat you right
Can I simm girl, neva I just aint the type
When I was broke on the block you was there for me
So you can cut dude loose
He dont compare to me
Cus see
Im from the heart
I don run outta lies
And I dont wanna be the reason tears run from your eyes
Think im too G'd up fo my feelings to show
Then go right ahead and keep thinkin ya know
You waz wrong about me

[Chorus x2]

[Lil Romeo]
Yo ma
Im always seein you around
But latley it seems somethin keepin you down and
They say your ex is so abusive
You dont play sports
How you get those bruises
To be honest the dude is useless
Lemme take you out the hood we can do this (okay)
You too cute to be sittin on the bench
You can start on my team ma
Come and represent and
I can treat you betta then that loser eva did
Because you dont deserve the type of stress that he give
I kno im young but I can treat you right
And if he trippen den you needa be with me tonight (ugh)
And baby he dont have an ounce of respect for you
Thats why I think its ganxta how you packed up and left the dude
Shorty age aint nuhn but a number
If you needa get away take the benz or the hummer and
You sayin I dont know enough about you
But I just cant see myself being withough you
Yea

[Chorus (till fade)]

 

[fox69]

"You Know I'm a Hoe"
(feat. Ice Cube)

"You Know I'm a Hoe"
(feat. Ice Cube)



[Master P (Cube)]
I'm ready
(Ay yo P What's crackin' nigga?)
I'm tryin' to get my roll on Cube.
(So where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh she be out there too
(Oh yeah yeah)
let's go get our bump on You ready?

[Cube]
Now which one of y'all freaks wanna get down
with the biggest nigga in town the world renowned
You can meet me downtown in the lobby
walkin' past niggas that's dry as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why you actin' cool & yo' cousin lookin' nervous
Bullshit conversation 'bout yo' occupation
here we go with this mandantory time wastin'
My nigga Master P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em

Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different bitches after every show
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
How do you know because I told ya so

[Master P]
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (no)
Cube & Master P goin' half on a wench (biotch)
I ain't Whodini I'm the nigga with the beanie (yeah)
'bout to hit the Player Club lookin' for a genie
36-24-36 a hoochie with a big butt & some tits
she gotta be rowdy I mean be 'Bout It
share the nana with my boys or ya outtie
My El Do ride up with the 20 inch wheel
wood grain in the slamp for the sex appeal
got 'em bumpin' jumpin' sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes keep comin'

There dey go there dey go there dey go
no matter how much ya give 'em
they gon' want some more
So I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em say Unnnngh
then I let them go
See I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em say Unnnngh
then I let them go
See he's a ho you know he's a ho
How do ya know 'cause I told ya so

Yeah Westside hoes say Unnnnnngh (Westside)
Down South hoes say Unnnnngh
East Coast hoes say Unnnnngh
Midwest hoes say Unnnnnngh

You's a ho you know you's a ho
How do we know because yo pussy is sore
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick one
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick two
What huh what huh huh huh
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick one
A diggi diggi diggi diggi diggi dick two
[C:] Ay yo P man with all the hoes I see you with
man I know you's a ho.
[P:] Shit nigga you the ho nigga all the bitches I
done seen you with.
[C:] Naw man homey you the biggest ho in town homey
[P:] Nigga but when I say ho though Cube you know I
that didn't mean nuthin' bad it just mean that you got a
lot of hoes that's real, so probably when yo' son grow up
he gon' be a ho. When my son grow up he gon' be a ho.
But ho mean good though (fa sho) yeah nigga. Ha haa
My fuckin' grandchildren probably gon' be hoes (Damn)
[C:] That mean my great great great great grandchildren
gon' have bitches (& they gon' have hoes) fa sho
[P:] They probably gon' be hoes. The niggas gon' be hoes
& oh I don't know how it go but uhh what the bitches
gon' be then if the niggas gon' be hoes?
[C:] Hoettes Bitches Hoes nigga (oh OK)
Well what hoes you talkin' 'bout?
[P:] Don't make me call yo baby mama
[C:] Don't make me call yo baby mama
[P:] Chill out chill out nigga chill out
[laughter]

 

[fox69]

"You Need To Know"

"You Need To Know"


If you don't want to hear the truth, then just skip past this one
Keep telling lies because the truth hurt, keep telling lies cause the truth hurt
Signed a deal, then they lie about they net worth
You can't make Forbes and have a 360 deal
I know everybody tryin' to get that water deal
Everybody tryin' to get that Rocawear deal
Evreybody tryin' to get that 80/20 deal like I did

[Hook: x2]
This the realest shit I ever wrote, This the realest shit I ever spoke
This the shit they don't want you to know, But if you get money, this the shit you need to know

They give us one percent, we think we own the team
Signed a record deal but the money don't match a nigga dream
Then they put these rookies against eachother
They used to be homeboys, now they tryin' to kill eachother
Don't even read when they sign these deals
Just head straight to - and holler 'Shine these grills'
And when you hot, they gone let you use their house
And when you not, that's the day they kick you out
While Richard Branson havin' fun flying in space
These artists out here starvin' catchin' a case
I don't know what they did to Mase but I heard Ciroc gave Puffy some cake
And these hoes and these jewels be a young nigga downfall
They givin' like 50 mil for playin' roundball
Then throw your name in the paper and make it easy access for the haters

[Hook x2]

They got financial advisors just to pay their bills
Dre hit with Beat now every rapper want that deal
How you gone make 50 mil and go kill a nigga
Too many steroids damn you a silly nigga
Now these athletes want to be rappers
These rappers make a little money and they want to be trappers
Buy a phantom and don't have no house
These niggas backwards from the inside out
And ya'll want to be Kobe cause he own the team
I'm tryin' to be that white boy that own the league
And I pledge allegiance to the American dream
And educated myself so they won't kill my dreams
I'm glad Nike gave Lebron a 100 mil but took that same endorsement
Turned into a couple of bils
And rappers losin' to these sponsors
Reality shows think you creatin' stars, they makin' monsters
I ain't tryin' to be the beats to your headphones

[Hook x2]

Why we doin' 360 deals when it's so much technology out there
We could do our own shit and why you athletes hookin' up with business niggas
That never even made money before, to watch your money, Shit don't make no sense
This the realest shit I ever wrote, Wake up man, sign your own check
Invest like one-third of your money just in case you need that for a rainy day
You feel me, these strip clubs and cars don't hold no value, that's a bad investment
You fall down, you get back up, that's how hustlers do it
And if you could help your people, you help them
You don't let them starve, you never know who might be the next you
You get a lot of friends when you got money
But when you don't have shit, ain't nobody gone fuck with you
Listen to what I'm sayin' man, don't let this be you
And don't let no nigga kill your dreams man
Your never too old, never too young
To be able to make music or do what you want to do
You ever seen a rich PD or on-air personality, Anybody ever check their salary
Muthafuckas always tryin' to kill a nigga dream
Man don't worry about no radio, I ain't never worried about gettin' my songs on the radio
Get your shit in the streets to your people
Nigga get out there and hustle, do what you do man
Stop all that fuckin' cryin' nobody give a fuck about you
Everybody got a problem nigga, do you, fuck these haters
Stop fuckin' with all these broke hoes
Find you somebody with an education or a job, somebody that could help you
Say you hang around a bunch of broke muthafuckas then you broke
You hang around rich muthafuckas then you rich

 

[fox69]

"You're The One"
(feat. Jeremih)

"You're The One"
(feat. Jeremih)



(I’m on some real shit!)
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Hook:]
Tell me, tell me momma,
Tell me what you’re sipping
I’ve been after this woman all day
Frankly, I don’t know if it’s your kisses
Maybe, it’s just a way of foreplay!
Even if I ever get to feel it, feel it
Girly girl, you got that all way
Yeah, just when you know it’s on,
It’s on, it’s on, it’s on!
Yeah, she bad, and got all that ass,
But you ain’t the one for me!
I’m sipping it off, drunk or sober
You’re the one I need!
Yeah, I might sound crazy,
It might sound crazy
She ride round, you’re my baby
And she bad, she got all that ass,
But you’re the one!

Yeah, I took her to the Louis…
She wanted shoes, I say, “get three or four!”
She just kept it one hundred
I told the bartender, “keep it coming!”
You’re so sweet, I call you swisher!
And everything you want,
Baby, I’mma get you!
Last year we didn’t have it G
This year we’re fucking on them Louis sheets
That new rollie, I let you have it
And all that ass you got, you let me grab it!
You got a friend I’m calling, yeah, ma
You’re so bad in the club, about to start a riot!
We’re blowing smoke out the Ghost
From the hood, to the plane, to the boat!
Shopping sprees, fuck the price tag!
Toast to the good life, the best shit I ever had! You!

[Hook:]
Tell me, tell me momma,
Tell me what you’re sipping
I’ve been after this woman all day
Frankly, I don’t know if it’s your kisses
Maybe, it’s just a way of foreplay!
Even if I ever get to feel it, feel it
Girly girl, you got that all way
Yeah, just when you know it’s on,
It’s on, it’s on, it’s on!
Yeah, she bad, and got all that ass,
But you ain’t the one for me!
I’m sipping it off, drunk or sober
You’re the one I need!
Yeah, I might sound crazy,
It might sound crazy
She ride round, you’re my baby
And she bad, she got all that ass,
But you’re the one!

Let’s get it! Fight!
Let’s get it, yeah my girl back!
And she got all that ass
I made her shopping till she drop it
Popping Louis V, X
Louis V, only dash
Foreign cars riding fast
Switching lanes, put the time down
It’s.. from my town.
She bend it over, tip it over
Drunk or sober she my roller
I’m a soldier,
So I flew her from New Orleans
Cross the coast up!
I’ve been heavy sipping on that Remy all day,
Cause I’m a fight boy,
My private plane is on the runway
You’re the one!
Now hop off in that Ghost with me on the shopping sprees
Forget about your problems, Shawty, will you remember me?
And plus, we’re sipping on that champagne, the good shit
Drive mile, run that hook, or is that hood shit!
No glamour forever?

[Hook:]
Tell me, tell me momma,
Tell me what you’re sipping
I’ve been after this woman all day
Frankly, I don’t know if it’s your kisses
Maybe, it’s just a way of foreplay!
Even if I ever get to feel it, feel it
Girly girl, you got that all way
Yeah, just when you know it’s on,
It’s on, it’s on, it’s on!
Yeah, she bad, and got all that ass,
But you ain’t the one for me!
I’m sipping it off, drunk or sober
You’re the one I need!
Yeah, I might sound crazy,
It might sound crazy
She ride round, you’re my baby
And she bad, she got all that ass,
But you’re the one!