BlaQ $now - Gold Bottles lyrics

[Intro-Ca$hma$e] Hey Tac Start that bit from the tiznop Haha BlaQ $now [Hook-Ca$hma$e] I don't give a f**, middle fingers up Yellin' f** the world, I ain't givin' up Fake gangstas in ya city, trigger finger stuck And all these haters got me sick Throwin' hundreds up I don't give a f**, middle fingers up Yellin' f** the world, I ain't givin' up Fake gangstas in ya city, trigger finger stuck And all these haters got me sick Throwin' hundreds up [Verse 1-Ca$hma$e] I'm on that Gold Bottle, they on that sippy cup I rock two chains, I ain't 2 Chainz She got me shackled up, by two chains My girl actin' up, she want me to change I put her on the track, call that Usain You could kiss the baby, b**h 2 rings A G n***a like me need two strings What the hell you mean? By Ustream? I want it day and night, like routine And when she throw it back, I want her to scream Got Wasabi dick, like two chinks Oh you want the brain? Girl two things No ratchet girl, and no you stink No you stink, no you stink Yo' p**y kick a n***a nose like Bruce Lee Tell her call Breezy back man Deuces [Hook-Ca$hma$e] I don't give a f**, middle fingers up Yellin' f** the world, I ain't givin' up Fake gangstas in ya city, trigger finger stuck And all these haters got me sick Throwin' hundreds up I don't give a f**, middle fingers up Yellin' f** the world, I ain't givin' up Fake gangstas in ya city, trigger finger stuck And all these haters got me sick Throwin' hundreds up [Verse 2-Tactic$] We on that Gold Bottle, you on that sippy cup Middle finger in the sky I don't give a f** Middle finger in ya girl as she get me up Yellin' f** the world, homie I ain't givin' up Sharks in the water, snakes in the gra** Fake thugs frontin' claim to make a lot of cash Put the mic down please like right now Followin' them trends, tell me who you gon' bite now? This ain't my beat, but the flow mine No need to copycat original approach grind If we talkin' money, I got a gross mind I'm known to rock the mic, but shorty you could blow mine She a dime, I don't f** around with any broad I keep it real I don't f** around with any fraud I'm on that higher up, you on that Mickey D's You on that Fruity Loops and I am on that symphony