Hustle Gang - Kemosabe lyrics

(performed by Birdman, Doe B, Young Dro, B.o.B, T.I.) [Intro] Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa I said woa Kemosabe, woa, woa Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa [Verse 1: Doe B] I blow the check in Follies I coulda bought a 'Rari Pull up in the big body Valet had to double park it I’m covered in Versace I’m Fresh prince, these n***as Carlton Flexin' through the projects Them b**hes think I’m 'luminati My n***a say f** a Bugatti Buy him a Box Chevy on 30's Straight out the dutty, drink muddy, b**hes s*utty Get head so long, she f** around, caught a concussion [Bridge: Doe B] Top off on a foreign Ballin' like Amar'e 2 b**hes and they barbies 1 on lean and 1 on mollies [Hook: Doe B] 50 hoes in the lobby Chain gold and it’s Versace I’m like woa Kemosabe Big ballin' is my hobby [Verse 2: Young Dro] Top off on that foreign, G4 Jet that boring Pa** me the ball I'm scorin' f** yo b**h she horny Got 23 b**hes on the T-Bird 3 plus 3, that's 6 birds 24 cups, 21 that’s 4-5 That's what I keep on my side If a n***a tryna run up in my house I’mma blow his a** back outside And even if the f** n***a look wrong I'mma knock the p**y n***a co*k eye Me and Doe B show 'em how to rock out This verse so hot I'm finna hop out Ain’t ball, man I'm finna go beast mode Dominating here, getting knocked out I’mma stop now slow it up Rolled on on my 30’s Ask that b**h, I f**ed all her buddies That ho be lookin' dusty I bet her p**y musty [Hook: Doe B] [Verse 3: Birdman] I'm like "whoah Kemosabe" I started this sh** cos that's my hobby Big Tymer that's my name ho Versaces on my frame ho All gold everything I put that sh** on everything Got a ring on every finger n***a Diamonds flooded in this b**h like it's raining n***a b**h on my arm like a singer n***a Hah, she might just be a singer n***a I do what the f** I want And I buy what the f** I want [Hook: Doe B] [Verse 4: B.o.B] Got em poppin with my possy, we ballin like the Cosbys Ballin’s in my bloodline, casa de mi patri Young god is the prophet, young playas stackin profit I made a quarter million and I never went to college Say the flow out here is solid, smoking hydrofonics Even in Japan boy, I get plenty sake I’m all about the dollar, b**hes wanna holler Bet yo girl got more inside her mouth than just in gossips And this life is all that I know Ain’t after that, I didn’t miss it And we go hard, these n***as lip but them ventriloquists whisper From band hitters on 6, n***as would k** to get rich And this Doe B, B.o.B, G.D.O.D, we rich n***a [Bridge: Doe B] Top off on a foreign Ballin like Amar'e 2 b**hes and they barbies 1 on lean and 1 on mollies [Hook: Doe B] [Verse 5: T.I.] I got foreign whips in my garage Top down in that SB I got plane gas and I see yall And I match a clique in my ashy And Hustle Gang we about that action And all them other p**y n***as just actin And yo gang play, c**aine pay For everything I got like 30K I’m still a drug dealer, how you love that? Love a real n***a, den you love me! We’re out there in the spot, where they selling d** at I’mma beat the 60, you can get you 2 or 3 50 corners and Ferrari Californias f**in with a b**h, you California Smokin sh**, you did fo California b**h get wrong she gon' get left in California [Hook: Doe B]