D-Mac - Godfather Flow II lyrics

(Intro: D-Mac) You already know, you already know Getting to the money we ain't worried bout you lame n***as Getting to the money we ain't f**ing with no lame b**hes You already know, you already know Getting to the money we ain't worried bout you lame n***as Getting to the money we ain't f**ing with no lame b**hes (Verse 1: D-Mac) Whoa whoa whoa kemosabe Big big balling is my homie Lodi dodo we like to party Walking through the fountainebleu lobby Got a bad b**h with a banging body She's girly girly, but get's naughty naughty Wake's me up to that sloppy toppy Then makes a n***a some cheese grits Im like ooh Tux tailored, bow tie spiffy Phone line busy, on my grizzy, don't call me with that small talk Sending text's, yeah I read your sh** & didn't reply Now you see why Cause I'm getting cake & your broke right? I'm a hustler, you a socialite I ain't ever been the social type, I be isolated The type of player to get all type of paper On you spiteful haters, meet your lady & skype her later, like aye Let me see that a** twerk You're f**ing with a G who's got stripes like a plaid shirt A young n***a get's cash first, f** b**hes later, they'll be around For the leeches now I got raid cans Made man out of dade man, aye man Summer all year, yeah that salt life Sun shining, j**els bling blinging All this ching chinging, got your main thing clinging Come get her you can have her back Sunny Isles we all on the pier, Hardrock a lil blackjack Lost it all but its all good, make one joog, get that back Wake up and might kayak or might hit the strip Fat tuesdays on a wednesday I'm getting ends bae let a n***a hit It's the macaroni, You heard me b**h, it's the macaroni Married to the game baby holy matrimony, Im gone.. (Talking:D-Mac) Who that is with all them chains on? Oh that's Trick (Verse 2: Convertible Trick) Best advice take your own advice n***a Before you try to rob think twice n***a Young boss n***a in whatever mode Im a f**ing movie, you're a episode Godfather Flow times two b**h Hit your b**h from the back with the broom stick Everytime you see me, in some new sh** You say you not a hater, why the shoe fit? Got a bad bm, got a fast bm,she ride with him till the tires flat n***a you're a lame can't admire that Had the black mustang, I retired that Snatch a n***a chain just to let him know, I put you in the game I can take you out Broke n***as always do the f**ing most, Im in my own lane never had a doubt Sippin Rose' never pa**ing out Been clocking in, now I'm cashing out The devil is a lie, can't come in this house All these f**ing rhymes I be living out Addicted to a drug I ain't never used Once you've got a plug, you'll never lose You from the projects, thought you'd never move Rims offset, a n***a in a better mood She say she wanna f**, I'm in another mood Once they catch up Im on another move I got my guns up n***a no truce This the art of war n***a Sun-tzu Money talks, bullsh** walks a marathon Don perigean, f** a carry on Finna shop when I land take me to the mall b**h I really ball, n***a really ball