Jay Card - 30 Deep lyrics

Intro: You ever just... Look around.. And see your n***as? See all my n***as HOOK x2: Looking to the left and to the right, see all my n***as Same n***as that I started with, all my n***as And we all up... all my n***as All us... all my n***as Verse 1: I ain't going back and forth with a p**y n***a if you talk crazy, no discussion I'mma pop another bottle take another n***a b**h to the crib like it's nothin' All them boys got cars, all them boys got cash, all them boys stay stuntin' All them boys stay hatin', they don't want it, they don't want it, they don't want it, no What you know about, buying champagne just to pour it out n***a, pull up in the club you dont know about What you know about, young n***a gettin' mula Smoking Mary Jane, live the thug life like 2Pac Ooh, what you call that? Private plane taking off with all my n***as sh**, carried on sh** I'm just trynna stay real, I'm just trynna stay real So many other n***as doing that fake sh** but they ain't nothin' fake over here, noo [HOOK] Verse 2: Rich n***a, yeah i got it out the mall my n***a 30 deep, hoppin out, all my n***as If a n***a want drama, i ain't never gotta call my n***as p**y a** n***a, you a p**y a** n***a trying to tell the cops on all my n***as, no What ya call it? checks with a whole lot of zeros b*atch, broke and no money for your weave though What you call that? lying to the people like you with the sh**s Get your own sh**, s**a a** n***a get your own sh** I'm just doing me, out on the road im with all my n***as She a groupie trynna get backstage to do all my n***as Thats your girlfriend, she's yours now mine And were standing outside no you gotta yours, motherf**er I'mma get mine [HOOK]