Mistah F.A.B. - I'm Heavy lyrics

Uh, I mean you ain't even gotta ask about me n***a You just walk up to a mothaf**a and they just tell you bout me n***a Whole name ain't gotta come out your mouth, n***as already know They have 50 cents for you [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Uh, look, boss sh**, the code that I live by Finally made it, every n***a in the crib by Bad b**hes, every chick up in the crib bi You f**in clown, I'mma show you how to live life Uh, all this hard work done paid off This how you live when you don't take no f**in days off Eyes red, studio I'm workin long shifts You beefin over hoes, you f**in with the wrong b**h Yeah, real n***a chronicles I tell the vamanos, now they fallin' like dominoes I'm everywhere, lookin for me like tryin to find a ghost She give me brain like this ho is on the honor roll Real sh**, my life been on some ill sh** Since Mo Cleaves told me n***a go and k** sh** So give me life for this sh** I write, lock me up Sit back and watch me, Maserati pick the bodies up [HOOK] I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this b*atch I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this b*atch I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes So Fli-City, Fli-City, to the back, lets get it I wake up and grind hard everyday I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy in this b*atch I'm heavy, I'm heavy, I'm heavy on them hoes [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] ???? on my feet, Fred Flinstone Ridin through the Flint homes, the windows down with no tints on They don't know me like Jon B, then I pulled up with Jon C Went to the club and popped that Dom P, I'm a king, like ???? And everywhere I go I'm heavy, big ol chain and its heavy Pulled up in that Chevy, movin D, rest in peace to Heavy Money talkin, comin' quick fast Ride so fast, give you whiplash You ain't bout gettin money, betta go on wit your b**h a** I round em up, round em up, bts she's down to f** This white girl she sees dts, says what's that, she says down to s** Yeah, lets get it, wear a snapback with that fitted Don't matter man, wherever man, I'm gonna represent for my city Mistah F.A.B. up out of that Oakland Please don't think that I'm joking Yeah that molly got em rolling People bust you in the open Yeah, I f** with shooters hired Reggie And you don't want these problems boy, cuz you ain't rollin' heavy [HOOK] [Verse 3: Jon Connor] See now, these n***as is hatin and all these hoes they be watchin I hit my folks out in Cali they told me lets get it poppin Lame n***as be blockin because they b**hes be jockin k**in rappers is easy cuz most these n***as is garbage I call em son of a b**hes, but I blame that on they fathers Now every city them hoes makin it clap, they applaud us I hope my momma forgive me, I'm hittin somebody daughter They be looking for ballers in VIP with the starters sh**, I'm heavy out here, they don't know what to call it Time is money my n***a, why the f** is you stallin? Traded paper for plastic, sh** won't fit in my wallet Two bad b**hes, a** sick, call that sh** a men-nauseus Wanna roll with the bosses, see the club where I work So spread your legs in the office, so why the f** is we talkin? Me and my n***a Mistah F.A.B. grindin hard to get it Now we livin every minute and don't know nothin different, b*tch [HOOK]