[Intro]
(You are watching a master at work)
Yeah, haha
Drama, I'm back
Dedication 2, bi
I ain't gonna even wait on em
I'mma get em now
Get 'em!
My block pumping
And I'm trying to keep that ho pumping
If n***as snitching
Then I let them n***as hold something
If n***a owe something
Need a doctors note from him
Or his throat from him
[Verse 1]
These lil n***as
Thinking they fresh
Get whipped out ya clothes young'n
I got it all
But I'll beat you like you stole sumthin
My b**h trippin'
Say I treat her like my old woman
I tell the b**h
I'm probably better off with no woman
Yeah
I get that brand new money
I'm the boss, b**h
I'm touching every dollar that's coming
Stop playing
I know what I'm doing
Let me get 'em
I hope his kids not with him
Y'all motherf**ers know me
I'm a rider in the side of the south
Got the money in the mattress
And the guns in the couch
What up?
Putting out co*kroaches in the ashtray
It's payday til my last day
Yeah
Walking that line
With a lot on my mind
I get that money
Never dropping a dime
I don't hate, never, not on my time
I'll put that little red dot on ya mind
Talking that crime
But a lot of 'em lying
I'm
Caught on the grind
Never get off my grind
I'm a
Pimp to these hoes
Not a pimp in my mind
Nah
And everybody know I'm sharp when I ride
Hop out that new Ferrari
With that little horse on the side
Yeah
Zoom-zoom, b**h
Ride a n***a broom, witch
Half a ki wet
Stinking up your whole room, b**h
Now break out the perfume, b**h
And n***as come from out that beach
I'm in that water like a cruise ship
Straight up
Tell ‘em I do's this
One pistol
Two clips
I aim at lips
Wayne that sh**
sh** on y'all
Given to you from the God
I am the God
[Bridge]
Yeah, Weezy Baby
The God, that's right, heh
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Money on my mind
Money-money on my mental
Super-super soaker
Wet a n***a like a swim suit
I think they sipping on that
'I Can f** With Him' juice
Test me if ya wanna bet
Man, I'll knock a limb loose
I ain't never scared
I'm protected everywhere
And if a n***a disrespect me
Then he shall be buried there
That's my word
Got a urge
To hit a n***a and swerve
And them birds in the tree
Get shot down to my feet
It's me
Motherf**er, what's better to see?
And when ya greedy like me
Ain't nothing better than beef
See I would meet
Each one of you n***as in the street
Then eat
And pick you little b**hes out my teeth
Shout out
To the green and red stitches in my tee, n***a
With no Gucci
I'm a double-G n***a
My brothers, you have sinned
And the God I am
Amen