Freddie Gibbs - Careless lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho Yeah, I-9, from Chicago I got the weed and the p**y, but the money on my mind though I got a line on the flat pack A hundred thangs on the scale, motherf**er, can you buy that? She pop the p**y and rewind that And s** a dick as I get twisted and listen to Do or Die rap Freddie Kane, young Corleone I been off the band wit' the bowls of the strong n***a gettin' paid from the sh** that I record Here, My Lord, wit' the pack when a n***a came home Told my n***a we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game Real n***a 'bout to cash out I need my rims on my cars when I pull them b**hes off the lot f** the cops, cop the drop And these hoes be on my jock for my high Cops out watchin', but this pimpin' never stop Ta-da-da, what you totin'? And this paper turn 'em out What she know? Ain't no doubt Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Thank God I got a And I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up So don't catch no feelings Girl, you playin' wit' the motherf**in' realest I'm a tell you that one more time I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Thank God I got a Yeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho Yeah, I-5, on the West Coast And I done been around the world But in Cali, they roll the best dope b**hes and palm trees, I'm on when I came here 'Hood was up north, I pushed to the yay then Shout-out my n***as, I got a ton when the weight in Feed my thugs, I'm pullin' dubs in the state pen f**in' with Frederico Soprano n***as actin' monkey, my clip, I got a banana Rollin' with guerillas, these n***as don't want no banter I just might go flippin', go back and forth with them hammers n***a, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game Full clip on the K thing I got a shotty in the motherf**in' trunk, n***a, don't get popped f** the cops, bodies drop And these feds be on my block, roundabout, stop and watch But this thuggin' never stop Get that rock, what you thought? And these haters talk a lot, ain't gon' pop a hundred shots Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And you know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Thank God I got a And I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up So don't catch no feelings Girl, you playin' wit' the motherf**in' realest I'm a tell you that one more time I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Thank God I got a