Lo where Mr. 'Cause we comin' with hammers and drivers With the buddahs and rugars and shot cruisers and rovers Diamond crooks takin' it over With razors and cutters, with
he won't see him for a while Same bulls*** try'na get you a money pile You don't see the reefer or the jail doors locked I keep a tech with the air holes
people that could give you life is a judge and God. But the only one that judge me is my God. So I'm a live life like fuck what you thought. [Chorus
on And we gonna be the ones on TV Everybody gon see me, you'll see man [Big Sean - Verse 2] I walk up in this bitch like "do I need an introduction?" When you living
together we too Jurassic, you stay plastic Ramadan with the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting Big Sean is a don Cyhi da Prince why you so nervous dog stop being tense if you
500 trap bunking like a damn fool Ham savage shawty with a muthafuckin tool Catch your breath bitch, yeah I'm in that new Mariah Everybody on me with
, lunatics like Nelly (Nelly) Grand Marquis' paint job grape jelly Our Triple B.C. big black box Chevy (Chevy) Crank my car (Car) She be hummin' (Hummin') Rims so big you
It With Us You See Young Money With Us , You Should Be Running With Us Instead Of Running From Us, You See Me Doing It Big And So You Cuffing Yo' Chick
to see me through You got the love You got the love You got the love You got the love You got the love You got the love We are livin in the days of
[Chorus] What happens when you get involved? N-ggas start telling lies (start telling lies) Both wanna be involved But loves like suicide Now that your
Bomb ass pussy Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy Ma, I know you got that bomb bomb pussy (Whachu doin'?)
wheels Yea I'm feelin' you tryin' to see the deal with you What's goin' on, later on, can I chill with you? We can do anythin' that you wanna do You
ride with me you got to hold this down But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town A n**** run up on me will get his a** g****** down You know
my nigga what the fuck you thought no what the fuck you think Movin slow like im off the drink Only 22 you roll you know Who went on live and kissed tyra
blame I'm hard headed cat fitted for rythmes I touch up your shapper when Doc spit on the ?? What it is my brotha (Gonna live my brotha) How you live
hard headed cat fitted for rhymes I touch up your shaper when Doc spit on the What it is my brotha, gonna live my brotha How you live my brotha, real
mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you I guess I see you on the charts in the
think about you When you heard Too $hort came to town You never would've thought I'd be looking down On who, on you, 'cause I'm so big Me and my money