Lyrics: Josh Fleming/Ricky Hampton
Music: Josh Fleming/Ricky Hampton
Intro:
(Damn, FlemDawg)
Verse:
These ****ers'll put it on they own kids that they love you (For real), homie, don't believe it (Nah)
Callin' and askin' for money and shit (Uh-uh) like I had it easy (Nah)
If I ever crossed you out and stopped ****ing with you, it was for a reason (A reason
One thing about me, I never get mad (What you do?), I just get even (I got you)
Might **** on your best friend (Bestie), **** on your sister (Sister), then you record it (Record it
You lyin' to me and want me to believΠ΅ it (Really?), you must think I'm Maury (Maury)
I'm ****ing the city up (I am), I'm ****ing the world up, having an orgy (**** 'em, damn, FlemDawg
And these niggas talkin' like they want problems (Nah), but they really avoiding (On God)
I'm setting the record straight (Record straight)
I'm willing to demonstrate any day (Any way)
And I gotta say what I'm finna say (What I'm finna say)
I really came up off the interstate (That highway)
I got out of jail with no money (Nothing)
I went and found a snow bunny (A white ho)
I came up off the ho money (On God)
I got that hustle and flow money (Like DJay)
I jumped off the PJ with bags (Bags)
I loaded 'em into a Tahoe (A Tahoe)
I pulled off in a Lamborghini (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
That shit had me feeling like Ralo (Free Ralo)
She want me to play in her pussy (Uh-uh
I'm finger ****ing this paper (This paper
These n*****'ll talk bad 'bout you, then wanna **** you, so I'm ****ing a hater
Ayy, ooh, I came up (Ooh, I came up)
Ooh, I came up, ooh, that man up (That man up)
Red bottom, red 'Venchy, nigga, red flag, I'm flamed up (Red flag, I'm flamed up, damn, FlemDawg)
When I went fed, I came back home and changed my name up (And now what they call you?)
Finesse2Federal, Fed 4 Real, I'm ****ing the game up (Been ****ing my name up
My bitch yellow, drank yellow (Yeah
Kush make me think better (Uh)
Percs make me **** better (Ooh
I'm flirtin' with the bank teller (Ayy)
I look like a mother****ing ki' (A ki'
I look like a mother****ing load (Load
And shawty wanna **** with a G (A G
I'ma beat the pussy 'til it's swole
I'ma eat the pussy like I'm drunk (I'm drunk)
Nine grams crammed in a blunt (A blunt)
Pull up to the show with the pump (With the pump)
**** the back, I'm going through the front (Front
Get the backend, do the show (Show)
Find me a freak, then I bounce (I'm out, damn, FlemDawg)
**** the pussy until she go to sleep (Sleep
Wake her up and put the pussy out, get out (Go that way)
Outro:
You know what I'm sayin'? It's a whole lot of mobs over the world, right?
But I'm talkin' 'bout mob ties, nigga
H-Town, I'm here
Bitch, I'm here to sta
Yeah, yeah