Brisco - I'm a G lyrics

[Hook: Lil Wayne] Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle sh** these n***as ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherf**in' thing about me I tell you one motherf**in' thing about me b**h I got so much money on me uhhh [Verse 1: Ross] I'm lookin' thug in the Bentley I gotta few slugs, don't tempt me Khaled put me up on the fur mats I'm a million dollar n***a, let's confirm that I rep Carol City out in Vegas And the Magic hundred thousand dollar bracelet More guns than The Matrix Neo, reload get your face twist Cartel c**aine by the cases Cartel more cars than the races AK's on the lear jet G4 Rick Ross I'm a real threat [Hook: Lil Wayne] Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle sh** these n***as ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherf**in' thing about me I tell you one motherf**in' thing about me b**h I got so much money on me uhhh [Verse 2: Brisco] Standin' in the blue house, chopper in my right hand Stomach growlin' and Brisc gotta feed the fam I gotta meet the man, the man with them kilograms He 'bout to get jammed by the Opalocka goon I found the needle in the hay stack Put boy in and flood the streets I got my weight back Now I'm known around Dade as the young don Ain't no b**h made p**y where I come from And them dicks ain't stoppin' sh** Eight pounds on the peak and bird fare on the wrist So far so hood Move around, hit his a**, it ain't look so good Now he leavin' in the black bag He the roach, the Brisc' be the black flag And don't leave your dope round me Straight gutta fo real, ask your homie 'bout me I'm a G [Hook: Lil Wayne] Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle sh** these n***as ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherf**in' thing about me I tell you one motherf**in' thing about me b**h I got so much money on me uhhh [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Fat paper bag, brown paper bag Rubberband green paper cash f** with it get the laser tag Y'all n***as better wave a flag, it is over I walk with a hand gun ride with a pump "Vroom" it must be the coupe or somethin' Since I love her I'm a put some candy on that hoe I go topless no panty on that ho See, y'all n***as think it's sweet Sweet tooth n***as get shot in the teeth, like that bwoy I got guns where guns ain't supposed to be You need to get a full dose of me I'm crack [Hook: Lil Wayne] Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle sh** these n***as ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherf**in' thing about me I tell you one motherf**in' thing about me b**h I got so much money on me uhhh [Verse 4: Rick Ross] n***as know I'm militant Know who you dealin' with f** your pretty whip You n***as ain't k**in' sh** Every bird I whip f**in' every bird I'm with I'm your Makaveli s**er with a murder hit Y'all n***as ain't trill Y'all n***as know the deal Y'all n***as won't deal What you talkin' is irrelevant This sh** would leave a hole in a elephant So if I got it then I'm sellin' it Need cheese cake like Fredrick Your hear the rhetoric Think you not a predicate Rick in the seven-six Six shot medal kit Ross [Hook: Lil Wayne] Uh I wear a gun like a girdle Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle sh** these n***as ain't satisfied 'til they get murdered You heard me Yeah and I'm a G You don't know a motherf**in' thing about me I tell you one motherf**in' thing about me b**h I got so much money on me uhhh Rosss!