The Coup - Fat Cats, Bigga Fish lyrics

Well now haha what have we here? Chorus C-c-c-come with it Get down get down get down 2ce Repeat It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property So i slid my beenie hat on sloppily And promenade out to take up a collection I got game like i read the directions I 'm wishing that i had an automobile As i feel the cold wind rush past But let me state that i am a hustler for real So you know i got the stolen bus pa** Just as the bus pulls up and i step to the rear This ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear I see my ole school partner said his brother got popped Pay my respects Can you ring the bell we came to my stop The street light reflects off the piss on the ground Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round Which reflects off the chrome of the bmw Which reflects off the fact that i am broke Now what the f** is new I need loot i sweat the motherf**a In the tweed suit And i'm on his a** quicker than a kick from a grease boot Eased up slow and discreet Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet Didn't wanna f** up the come on So i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy Bumped into his shoulders but he pa**ed with no reaction Damn this motherf**a had a hella of andrew jacksons I'm a thief or pickpocket give a f** what you call it Used to call em fat cats. I just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto Master card or visa i'd gladly accept those Sneaky motherf**a with a scam know how to pull it Got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets Story just begun but you already know Aint no need to get down sh** i'm already low Chorus My footsteps echo in the darkness My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist I look down and i hear my somach growling Step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin I never pay for sh** that i can get by doing dirt Link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt All up in her face and her breath was like murder Damn the sh** i do for a free hamburger (girl )"well you got my number you gonna call me tonite" It depends is them burgers attached to a price "sorry sorry" Im just kidding i'ma call you write you love letters "it's all good" Thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper. (girl)thats cool you want some ice Yeah and some fries will be hella nice (girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day Im up outta here anyway I use peoples before they use me Cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz Thats what an og told me Gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that i just got Came to an underground parking lot This place is good as any f** its all good Walked in found a car hopped itself up on a hood Ate my burger threw back my cola Somebody said hey it was a rented pig i thought it was a roller "want me to call the cops?" I dont want them to see me Looked down and saw that i was sitting on a lamboughini It was rollses ferraris and jags by the dozen A building door opened Damn it was my cousin Getting offa work dressed up no lie Tux cummerband and a blackbow tie I was like hey "who is it" Me "oh whats up man i just quit this company They hella racist and the pay was too low " I said arite what was up in there though "a party with rich motherf**as i dont know the situation I know they got cabbage owning corporations Ibm chryslers and sh** is what they seeing" Just then a light bulb went off in my head They be thinking all black folks is resembling Gimme your tux and i'll do some pocket swindling Fit the change in the bathroom and i freeze off my nuts Lets take a short break While i get into this tux Grunt zipp Alright i'm ready Chorus Fresh dressed like a million bucks I be the flyiest muthaf**a in an afro and a tux My arm is at a right angle up silver tray in my hand May i interest you in some caviar mam My eyes shoots round the room there and here Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier Background barry manilow copacobana And a strong a** scent of stoagies from havana What no place where a brother might been Snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men Allrite then lets begin this Nights like this is good for business Five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques Talking giggling and sh** Well one mother f**a gave me twits And everbody else jacking it throttling Found out later you know c**a cola bottling Talking to a black man who he's confused We looking hella bourgie Ass all tight and seditty Recognzed him as the mayor of my city Who treats young black man like frank nitty Mr coke said to mr mayor "you know we got a process like ice t's hair We put up the fund for your election campaign And oh um waiter can you bring the champagne" A real estate fronts as opportunities arousing To make some condos out of low income housing Immediately we need some media heat To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet Harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated When we bought the land motherf**as will appreciate it Dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson My man that owns marlboros Donated a fat sum Thats when i step back some to contemplate what few know Sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo Aint no one player that could beat this lunancy Aint no hustler on the street could do a whole community This is how deep sh** can get It reads macaroni on my birth certificate Poontang is my middle name but i cant hang I'm getting hustled Only knowing half the game sh** how the f** do i get out of this place.