Fatt Kidd - Falt lyrics

[Verse 1: Fatt Kidd] Money and cars and these clothes And these hoes go slow-mo when you got rose gold Then they say you winning like you scoring in the Pro Bowl And I got no show for these haters trying to stop the dough dough Smoke so much that I'm out on the ozone Hitting these trees like Sonny Bono Haters try to move me but I'm so prone ho Cup of that Jesus Juice, what I'm on ho Go slow like I'm leaning, flipping these n***as like Willie Beaman n***as wake up everyday trying to stop my pay but they best keep dreaming I fight for mine I do this, don't question why it sound stupid I'm original you bit your flow cause you wack as f** you b**h you ho Got b**hes kissing no mistletoe, got a white girl and she kiss the floor If I ask her, I'm her master when I smash her she want to get some mo' Don't flash a lot I'm Mr. Low cause I see what n***as be hitting for You say I'm scared I say I'm prepared For that hot sh** I leave 'em flared f** these clowns like in the red light of the district Got a bad girl she kissed it then wiped off her lipstick I'm k**ing them ballistics, uh, no you don't need them You know who did it you'll see him So many bars you can't free him Got a cold flow like the ice age Burning heads like Mike's stage I'll be good all my damn life and you'll just have your tight phase Better than any other n***a that try to do it Put me on any damn beat and I'm a screw it Easy to me? Hell yeah ain't nothing to it Bet everything against me you going to lose it [Verse 2] It's too easy n***a f** that k** a n***a make sure he don't come back k** a n***a with my f**ing flow dog Why you trying to find out where the gun at? Take a little trip to New Orleans trying to find music Zone Gang run that If you can't understand that sh** you should wear a mother f**ing dunce cap f** this sh** I don't want to rap I want to sing like Monica Got a light skinned girl named Monica, and she blow me like a harmonica I'm cold as f** like Hanukkah season, she believe in A n***a like me but she know that when I f** I will be leaving If that's your girl that's treason I'm sorry I touched your property And hit go like Monopoly But your a** ain't going to be stopping me If I wanted to stop myself I'd tell you call a cop on me Making all the shots and ain't nobody out here blocking me Getting green like brocolli, bad girl like chocolate Man she always f** with me, last night she was on top of me Oh my God, Fatt Kidd in the studio cooking up that straight drop for me