B.O.B. - Ready lyrics

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B.O.B. - Ready lyrics

Apply major pressure my n***a You hear me? Money on my mind, can't take it off that sh** n***a got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip Any time they come around here n***a We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Any time they come around here n***a We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready It's Ray Bans (Bans), and Freebandz, we getting money While you hating (okay, okay, okay), we somewhere in Abu Dhabi With Arabians (rrrah), and G5, and where my posse at? It's outrageous (yeah), on that good Jamaican That's right I'm too faded, you t0o shady I'm too greedy with two ladies Excellence I'm exuberated I'm finna smash like two potatoes I don't give a f**, not even two maybes (na-da) I turn up on n***as like rutabagas I do it daily, I do it daily (what) That's my swag, you should pay me (okay) Ain't that the truth? This my whip, ain't that the coupe? Hustle Gang ain't that the squad That b**h actin' like you gotta prove While they out here catchin' feelings, I'mma catch a flight or two I just give her major pressure while she gave me major who Money on my mind, can't take it off that sh** n***a got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip Any time they come around here n***a We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Any time they come around here n***a We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Any time they come around here n***a We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready Anything they wanna do, hell yeah I'm ready for it (okay) Sexy b**h just throw that back (ay), hell yeah she ready for it (yeah) They thought that the boy was stupid (what), now my sh** they checkin' for it (yeah) And, yo' girl, she addicted to it, I think that ho need Betty Ford (Betty) All I heard is that boy a pop, all I heard is that boy not Top 5 on any list (okay), but I moved up about five slots Some pa** one, high as f** I don't see n***as 'til I look down Just turned my crib to the hookah spot You are now welcome to the kush lounge (smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke) So miss me with that f**ery (f**ery) Girl come here with that s**ery (do it) Ham squad, Hustle Gang, that's that underground luxury I don't mess with them fake type, I bet em all if it was up to me Even if a b**h was a cashier, still she'll never get a buck from me Money on my mind, can't take it off that sh** n***a got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip Any time they come around here n***a We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Any time they come around here n***a We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready We just get ready Anytime they come around here n***a We ain't gonna let up on you p**y n***as We just get ready