/biz/ - Business & Finance

Wildin' on my haters (yah)
In my 23s, havin' a Jordan moment
Wildin' with the paper
Ice all on my chain, Imma make ya girl say yeah
I just popped two, I'll be stayin' up (yeah, yeah)
Hangin' with the gang, that shit dangerous, yeah
I can fuck you with my chains, that shit tangle up, yeah
Come and catch a wave, take one out my cup, yeah

I'm the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin' Power Ball
Sippin' on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane's
No time for you lames, I'm flyer than a plane
I'm ridin' like a train, she love to give me brain
You shortin' with your eyes open, you ain't Sniper Gang

You know I ball relentless, pull up in Benz and Bentley's
And I don't wanna meet your daddy, I ain't fucking friendly

I had three-hundred-fifty-thousand, I was only twenty
Your baby daddy broke, I bury his ass in fucking twenties

Yeah I'm a fat nigga, but all I wear is fucking skinny's
And I don't wanna fuck that bitch cause she to fucking skinny

How can he be so blind?
We've both got the same good taste
He should know when he's gone on his business trips
I can't help watchin' his woman
'Cause I'm losin' my grip

I wish he didn't trust me so much
I think he really trusts me too much

I'm fed up
I just want mah bread up
Soon as it go right
Somebody run the price up

I just wanna good plug a couple a soldiers
Put the bag up and go cop some Rovas

I’m smoking gangsta kush, I’m on the toilet
They pulled us over but your girlfriend took the charges
Your boyfriend broke, can’t even buy a pair of Jordans
I’m ballin so hard I might buy a pair of Porsches

Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth

At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose

Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes

This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)

Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves

Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

Crusin' down the mile blowing loud with my rich bitch
Steering with my left hand showing how my wrist gliss
Knew that I'd come up again didn't think it be this quick
Shout out to them niggas that I used to hit licks with

>Fuck with me and get some money

Jews really are /our guys/

I'm the best friend he's got
I'd give him the shirt off my back
He knows he can trust me with his life
But he's tryin' to leave me alone
Leaves me alone with his wife
I wish he didn't trust me so much
I think he really trusts me too much
How can he be so blind?
We've both got the same good taste
He should know when he's gone on his business trips
I can't help watchin' his woman
'Cause I'm losin' my grip