Ayy
Yeah (Classic)
(Okay Jones)
We'll fuck this bitch up all night, bring all the ones (Yeah, yeah)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, nigga
I'm ballin' hard, I need a jersey on, you don't ball at all
Pull up all fours, nigga, back-to-back, back-to-back
Two Bentley trucks, two Lam' trucks black on black
Walkin' in the club, make it rain, let's go rack for rack
Chillin' in the club, I'm in the back with the strap attached
And what I just threw, half of that, that'll get you whacked
Crawlin' in the 'Vette, no top, they ain't see me comin'
Rims sittin' offset, fuck her with no strings attached
Before I get a job, I'll be out here sellin' narcotics
The hood hot as hell, the unmarkeds out 'cause the narcs comin'
He wanna be with gang, I told him slide, nigga, drop somethin'
The dope game prices up and down like the stock market
Out in New Castle in Kentucky, I was servin' onions
Or in the cabin in Tennessee with the hunters
I don't really need the weed, but codeine, I'm a fuckin' junkie
I sell t-shirts and CDs, but can get you hustled
C'mon
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, nigga
Countin' up money 'til my motherfuckin' hands cramp
Dope came pearl white, nigga, with a damn stamp
White buffs tinted, I can't see these niggas
She was so easy, she gave the pussy up in thirty minutes
Eleven hundred horses, I just tap it and this bitch spinnin'
Most these lil' niggas, they be rappin', they don't really live it
Anything I ever said, I either seen it or I did that
Thumbin' through the pros, I'm somewhere chillin' where the hills at, nigga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah
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