Plies - Got Damn lyrics

(Intro) Oh yea? That's how you feel huh young n***as? You gon pull up in that motherf**in Foreign like that there 50 grand in yo motherf**in pocket with that bad b**h (Hook) Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! (Verse: Ace Hood) Steppin out tonight I think I'm bout to make a movie Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie b**h I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love Big money n***a, quarter millie on the juice Ballin like a b**h, I made the ESPN news Home boy, you can never play me for a fool Keep a Mr. Fix It with me, that's who keep the tool I say now good Lord, look at shorty, there she hall a** Bet your money she gon f** me for that brown bag I said I'm too gone off that liquor, turned up - n***a you trippin That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I'm different (Hook) Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! (Verse: Plies) I was in the trap, cracker kicked in the do' I was in the room, I was beatin a ho Crack a ice mean n***a where the snow Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow? This Christmas, I'mma buy 100 Chevy And gave em all away to all the young n***as Got a funny feeling, I'mma whack me a rapper Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened? Asked me did I f** his girlfriend, I told him I don't remember Now did she s** me? That's a strong possibility Hit him with the 9, he got his sh** wacked 10 racks p**y and I sell your chain back (Hook) Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn! (Verse: Ace Hood) Okay now fat black ‘Maro, b**hes call me Bruce Wayne Crib big it's Wal-Mart, n***a that's a shame And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade Once them n***as p**y lucky, I don't call names Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she's a skeezer Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J's I be wailin on you n***as, stylin on you n***as Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over My paper long, b**h etcetera, etcetera Get it! (Hook) Got damn, got damn Why you do em like that? Got damn (Wutchu mean?) How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord With a bad b**h with me and her a** so full Got damn, got damn Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain Got damn!