I'm trying to f**k with Hollywood code I'm with Marla G, bro Flying hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know It's that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow and uh My real friends never hearing from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I'm picking shoes I don't get s**t confused I got a small circle I'm not with different crews We walk the same path But got on different shoes Live in the same building But we got different views I got a couple cars I never get to use Don't like my women single I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them b**ches find a pole Plus I've been sipping so this s**t is moving kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go Now tell me how you love it You know you're at the top and all the heavens Right above it we own It's your money If you ain't running with it, run from it Alright Now somebody show some money in this b**ch And I got my b's with me like some honey in this b**ch You dig I got my queen in my blue purse And I don't bust back because I should be first Meet me on the fresh train Yes I'm in the building You just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a f**k *** games, guns turn you boys into, into, into *** change And I smoke till I got chest pains And you b**ches know I rep my gang like Jesse James Women are possessive and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the f**kin' plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple A get my advance in advance Amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a beach I'm just playing in the sand Wake up and smell the p**s You b**ches can't see me But never overlook me I'm on the paper trail And ain't no telling where it took me And I ain't a killer but don't push me Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top and all the heavens Right above it we own It's your money If you ain't running with it, run from it Alright Now somebody shoot some money in this b**ch And I got my b**bs whippin' like some honey in this b**ch Today I got my n**gs in my blue purse And I don't bust back because I shoot first How do you say what's never said? Beautiful black woman I bet that b**ch look better red Whippin' off tour cause I made more off my second leg Birdman Jr. 11th grade Ball on automatic start I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense Check the paw prints We in the building B**ches in the park with us Knock knock come on be my blood donor Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn where you stumble at From where they make gumbo at Can't got the f**kin' feet jumpin' like a jumping jack And you know he actin' on his b**ch and have a heart attack Hip hop I'm the heart of that Nothin' short of that President Carter Young Money Democrat Now tell me how you love it You know you ain't the top but on the heavens right above it We on up It's your money b**ch If you ain't runnin' we done runnin' from it Alright Now somebody shoot some money in this b**ch And I got my b**bs whippin' like some honey in this b**ch Money in this b**ch And I got my gun in my boot purse And I don't bust back because I shoot first www.LRCgenerator.com