After Platinum Records - Like Me lyrics

[Hook: Los] See a n***a like me? I'm on my sh**, I'm on my sh** See a n***a like you? You on my dick, you on my dick See a n***a like me? I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' Homie, I'm just gettin' to the paper See a n***a like you? Doin' a bunch of motherf**in' frontin' Otherwise known as a hater Like me... Glad I'm a n***a like me... Me... glad I'm a n***a like me... Me... glad I'm a n***a like me... Me... glad I'm a n***a like me... [Verse 1: Los] King - candy paint the gold drop Hop out, chicks be all on my dick Drop 'bout 50 large on my wrist Rock it while I run a quick menage with your b**h Hold up - roll up, watchin' b**hes f**in' the pole up On the other hand, probably rubber banding my dough up Slow up, I tell a bad b**h "pour up" And we gon' get it crackin' as soon as she call a ho up True, they ain't f**in' with your broke a** See these poor-a** n***as? You straight up out, low cash Lookout, I'm a boss you a lookout Paper plates on my grill like my car is a cookout Took out a bunch of money, I'm a baller Borrow you b**h and give her back, and n***as never call her Call her a ho, she'll probably answer to it Bands'll make her dance and she's probably dancing to it Like work, work - shirt, skirt All over the floor, man, I'm all over your who*e We all over the board, we scorin' Jordans on the foreign, probably uniform, flight, bumpin' Lauren You ain't doin' what I'm doin', I be on I'm beyond all you n***as, I'm a king, you a pawn You are pawning your rings cause I'm on You arranging a storm, and the storm is coming, be warned, calm De f** down, punks jump up then get beat the f** down This beef's been cut down to the minimum, bend 'em up A few million, n***a what? Bigger trust Fast cars, my last bars out of this world like NASA See a n***a like you? Just mad cause I'm rappin' my a** off [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] I get high every day - wake and bake Get me high, b**h, get me elevated Pop mea molly then I f** her face I just lit a hundred straight All my trees be smokin' great In a blunt or in a pape You ain't talkin' cash, need to translate You chick is part of my fanbase Sippin' syrup - Freaky b**h gon' make it work when she make it twerk I'm in my car, I gotta swerve Trying not to hit the f**in' curb These n***as think it's easy I make that sh** look easy I seen a ho from TV And I f**ed a ho from TV Smoke one when you see me I hustle every season Ballin' and I'm stuntin', ho Call me Willie B, man Got a fine b**h that be singin' When I'm in the Lam', that's what she be fiendin' Shut up all the talkin', ho, drink the semen Gettin' money like Ross and I always stay schemin' I could sell some water to a fire In the mall parking lot, doin' doughnuts, burnin' Yokohama tires n***a, get you some money Quit tryna count mine Ray Charles swag, I can count money blind [Hook]