Young Scooter - What Happen To Me lyrics

[Chorus:] I need money, I be money, I see money, I take it, I don't fold with n***as Who be out there and they fake it. Real n***as around me. Aha, they real n***as around me. A lesson to you n***as, Don't you come 'round talking sideways, I'm the keeper, that sh**, we f** n******gway, Real n***as around me. Aha. My n***as, my n***as, Your n***as ain't sh**. Look right, B.M.G., cowboy, run sh**. The chopper's on, chopper's on, don't get your a** leaked. Chopper's outside your home, make a n***a [?] Speed it on, won't they? I ring it where they lay at. When it come to war time, man, I ate ate it. Take pictures with them choppers, man, You ain't gonna spray that. You never seen a plane, You never felt the need to keep that. The shooters ain't real shooters, shoot on, There's no solution. Over hill, we swap them out, I take them out, Then he gon'shoot you. Clearly we is not the same, over there the cliffs ain't. Clear that b**h, emptying that chopper, bang, bang. [Chorus] Loaded guns around me, real n***as who ready for war. This is cowboy sh**, where you know that pessimism from? I'm the boss of rap synergy, I shoot you off a BMG. Aha, there real n***as around me, They finally found 'bout this street sh**. n***as talking big, lot of scraps, yeah we eating it. I know them n***as here, later they be on the TV, man. All my n***as around me, you know they cutting dirty, till. See my niece, Maria, I shouldn't have take it, In your mind you wonder, what came [?] 100% real n***a in me, what you though about me? Got the k**ers with me, Benz with me, no stalking me. I need money, I be money, I see money, I take it, I don't fold with n***as who be out there and they fake it. [Chorus] BUG the cartell, the streets, we need real n***as, You don't cross the line, n***a, and that is your faith you don't meet. The shooters, they don't scrape at me. You'gon'make the TV, 'less they heard about the rent, They smell sh** with UZI. I k**er's I ain't checking like they by that It's my project n***a Jay D. f**, why get in your Benz? If it's murder, n***a, my lawyer get it acquitted. You on d**h struck, I don't give a f**. I warm me up. He is ready to die, then, n***a, you're the one done with that. Shoot'em with more mileage, they finally leave you baking. You gonna pay me, shiverring and shaking like Kaine. [Chorus]