Well, it's like, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme,
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Hit that, hit that, hit that, Hit that, hit that, hit that,
Stack.
Bucha.
Egg bag.
That aint fad.
When it comes to rap, I'm a mother****** In this city, I'm a problem, all of my pimpers
love me And he **** throw me honor, these **** wanna
**** And that's come, I tell him, holler
And you ain't ready, talking money, get me that guala
On your marks, get set, blow some smoke You ain't ready, you'll be lost, get left
On the go, on the road, this is easy, you know
Like a stroke, brick and gold, you ain't keeping a G
That's a no, like, that's a no, go Word to the logo, asking are you ready
And I tell him, oh, so, this ain't low, bro Word to the logo, ask me are you ready
And I tell him, oh, so
Can't ask me are you ready, I'm out the ordinary Ain't no challenge, ain't no task, yeah, the
more the merrier Let me pour the Remy, roll that OG
Chillin' with a penny, yeah, I keep it so cozy
On some hard work, dedication Got me making art worth celebrating
Walking down a path to commemorations Separated from the faith, call that segregation
Here and there, I could be lazy, that was way before
Now I wake up, every day's a day that I've been waiting for
And my aim is certain, presidential, like Theodore
Me and Pizzi in the studs, that's the House of Lords
Baby wanna grow, shorty wanna pour Yeah, you know what love is, ain't no me
I absorb the groupie love and I stay inundated But only time for music and money up in this
matrix
On your marks, get set, blow some smoke You ain't ready, you'll be lost, get left
On the go, on the road, this is easy, you know Like a stroke, written goal, you been
keeping it G That's a no, like, that's a no -go
Word to the logo, ask me are you ready And I tell him, oh, so, this ain't low, bro
Word to the logo, ask me are you ready And I tell him, oh, so
