Aww yea yea yea
201 young
The story gon’ get told how its told, yeah
I came in the game buggin’ with no coach, yeah
You only popping for a post, yeah
We the ones
Not the ones you should approach, yeah
Rolled up like i ordered me Hanami, [that Hanami!]
I need 50 bowls of green, that wasabi [for me and my posse]
[my young!]
Thats who got me when the heat get on and poppin’
When the chopping block get choppy
You know when it’s too Habatchi, hoe
My phone dead you can’t reach me
Got on all black you can’t see me
We got no plan to “take easy”
Till my bank account is baked ziti, with the sauce
If you ain’t talking paper keep it movin’ b**h
I say f**k the bullshit
Lets get Stupid Rich!
I say f**k the bull shit, lets get stupid rich!
Ok. This just in
Whats that? That new CNN
Nah, thats that fake shit again
Whats that? That used-to-be-friends
Whats that exchange rate for them favors?
Bet "its nothing" my n**a
I might sneeze on your opinion
That’s just something i’m sick of
Oh, she lit through the camera
She that new paparazzi
Make her get off the phone
And then get right on my Johnson
But my phone dead you can’t reach me
Got on all black you can’t see me
We got no plan to “take easy”
Till my bank account is baked ziti, with the sauce
If you ain’t talking paper keep it movin’ b**h
I say f**k the bullshit
Lets get Stupid Rich!
I say f**k the bull shit, lets get stupid rich!
