Ohgeesy - Secret Service lyrics

[Intro] My nig-my ni**a Menace on the beat, ayy, ayy, ayy Ron-Ron, yeah, hey, hey, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ron-Ron do that sh*t) [Chorus] Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist Twenty Escalades like Obama in this b*tch Private residential, got a million-dollar crib It's money over everything, ni**a fu*k a b*tch Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist Twenty Escalades like Obama in this b*tch Private residential, got a million-dollar crib It's money over everything, ni**a fu*k a b*tch [Verse 1] It's money over b*tches, but you knew that I done jaked the hunnid bands, and I blew that Told your b*tch "I want some pussy", and she do that Twenty bands to kick it in the section, It's a coupé I want it all blue chips, like some cool ranch I throw my money in the air, do a cool dance Evisu hanging off my ass, these some cool pants Off the percs, I meditate like a Buddhist I got a older bi', she say I'm the cutest ni**a switch like a b*tch, like they Judas Still rock true religion, I'm the truest I wish my lawyer Happy Hanukkah, he Jewish [Chorus] Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist Twenty Escalades like Obama in this b*tch Private residential, got a million-dollar crib It's money over everything, ni**a fu*k a b*tch Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist Twenty Escalades like Obama in this b*tch Private residential, got a million-dollar crib It's money over everything, ni**a fu*k a b*tch [Verse 2] Lil' ni**a, that's a trap phone I'm like a dyke in this club with the strap on I can spit it at your b*tch, get my mac on Karate kid, I talk a brick, ni**a wax on Chopstick not the type you eat the food with I got dick for you and every b*tch you cool with b*tches act so Ashanti, foolish So I fu*k 'em one time, then I'm through with 'em ni**a fu*k one time, I ain't cool with 'em My ni**a don't do construction, keep a tool with 'em He goin' stupid ay, I'ma act a fool with 'em Before we set a ni**a up, we act cool with 'em [Chorus] Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist Twenty Escalades like Obama in this b*tch Private residential, got a million-dollar crib It's money over everything, ni**a fu*k a b*tch Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist Twenty Escalades like Obama in this b*tch Private residential, got a million-dollar crib It's money over everything, ni**a fu*k a b*tch [Verse 3] Third verse, now I don't usually do this I got a question baby, would you let the crew hit? You like, married to your ni**a? Try some new dick Sell heroin to a junkie tell 'em shoot it We at the club for the b*tches, start recruitin' That ni**a bunt me, we goin' get to shootin' We at the club for the b*tches, start recruitin' That ni**a come at me wrong, we get to shootin' Presidential Rolex ni**a, secret service I see 12 in the field, I get nervous I'm in the hills right now, I got no service I was sellin' coke but I knew I had a purpose [Chorus] Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist Twenty Escalades like Obama in this b*tch Private residential, got a million-dollar crib It's money over everything, ni**a fu*k a b*tch Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist Twenty Escalades like Obama in this b*tch Private residential, got a million-dollar crib It's money over everything, ni**a fu*k a b*tch