but my money bitch. (Ha ha) This is grown liquid assets. Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money bastards! You and Diddy? Sorry, bunch of swagger jackers. I mothered
so addictive Don't you know what I can do to make you feel alright? Don't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious And hell yeah I'm the mother fucking
said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20" I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!" The next half hour was the same old thing My mother
got, she got from her mother She super straight body shaped like no other She's making her way to my area And when she gets past security Yo Usher, talk
Johnson And I'm here at the Harriet Tubman Underground railroad elementary school Today we have rap star, entrepreneur Puff Daddy coming in to talk to
't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother
the money and the white sand and shit When it's said and done you gunna understand this shit Your man talking about Hummers and little cars That only
Chea! It's dat incredible shit Talk to ?em It?s too many beautiful ladies in this house tonight Felli I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer
that Phantom bumpin that Yo Gotti He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin'
a Hot Tottie Hot Tottie (Hot Tottie) Hot Tottie (Swore I'd never fall in love, swore I'd never fall in love) I see you like to talk, sh*t I hear you
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking King of my jungle, just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Then dead as
mother fuckin fa?e I've bee rockin shit for over 10 years god You haters paralyze when a real baler comes around You don't wanna talk 'bout how hard
a case, ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother
shirts all bloody, looks like She caught you with a bad one for messin' with da mad one Told you 'bout this girl before, you didn't listen to me, as I talk
a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother
who talk junk Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs Wanna see your dome bust sucker 'cause I don't care Nuttin' 'bout you, your crew, because you talk
fight you Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!! From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out (Marc Live) Enough talk, niggas talk
stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk