There's a couple married b*****s in the building F****d them! I get that? I get that p***y Nothing I see you n****s got no life... Sixth Sense She said she wanna f**k my brains out But she gonna have to suck this d**k first! Preach! She sat on my d**k, she sat on my face I told that b***h she got good seats Man, these n****s softer than fleece 2-D n****s, and they obliques You talked that s**t, I knock you out, now go ahead and talk in your sleep B***h you know the motto! It's Young Money over hoes Lying to these b*****s, they call my d**k Pinnochio Gettin' to the money, now the money getting to me She say vert-d**k is hung like a jury I'm on the track: doa Some of these n****s be dea Money tall: nba Broke n****s: smh Hit em like Canseco But she be like "No way Jose!" I got all that white What you call that? Okkk! Every night I go hard She like me like Boston George She like it in her a**, mouth and p***y 3 car garage! These n****s is false alarms They don't mean no fuckin harm Hey baby let's make a p***! Ba-bum! Devil horns You know that I ain't got no ceilings The money changed me, I'm making chameleons Only God can judge me, can't appeal it In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit Amen! Tell them alphabet boys it's a "G" thing I've got a street sweeper... Do you need your street cleaned? Young Money b***h! We colder than a ski team Red beam, if you scared, mufucka go to church! Preach! Security breach I'm on that grass harder than cleats I'm on that gas, y'all on E N***a my cash out of your reach I run s**t like the reverend She get on her knees for this d**k Then swallow all of them blessings Church!
[[Verse 2:]: Boo] Just a way of life
Brought my mama a crib Brought my daddy a car Let him go free Tune Now they think I'm a star Damn I love this life wouldn't trade it for nothing Most theses rappers is falling cause they ain't standing for nothing I smoke that loud so I don't hear haters talking Plus these b*****s be stalking trying look for a fortune In the Chi we say church when the p***y gets purchase Got a b***h so bad she make a player get nervous Now good ain't good enough and my hood is hood as f**k I be praying for them shorties trynna get their dollars up Swag so dope you probably think I'm dealing And I only give head if baby girl swallow children Boo ain't got a ghost and b*****s still be catch the holy ghost She say she want to get high I hit her with that overdose Pimpin' so cold put that on my overcoat Only ride foreign We don't do 100 spokes When broke n****s talk that's 100 jokes Ha Laughing at you f**k boys Skate gear I'm a truck boy On my truck right I don't give a f**k boy