Lyrics: Troy Ave
Music: Troy Ave
"Chuck Norris"
You the type of low I ain't feeling
The type that don't take care of they children
I never, ever let a mother****er play me
If you get caught, don't say me
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I'm out here just to flourish
Kicking that bullshit like Chuck Norris
Saint Laurent, stand firm though
Close your mother****ing mouth, you can learn hoe
Real ones know to be quiet
I'm getting money, you should try it
Eating off a digi-scale, fish diet
I don't do drugs, let the mother****ers try it
She get high on the ****ing low
She could buy herself ****ing both
Now they kissing in the strip club
A few dollars make 'em do the most
You the type of low I ain't feeling
The type that don't take care of they children
I never, ever let a mother****er play me
If you get caught, don't say me
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
Fake mother****ers stop acting like you know me
We ain't cool, we ain't friends, we ain't homies
Yousa Kit Kat, gimme a break
I'm head to toe in Versace but don't **** with snakes
Medusa, all this Medusa
I'm a pretty fly mother****er that'll shoot ya
Catch a mother****er eyeing mother****ers, then manuver
Getting head in the Benz, it's super
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
In the streets with the top off
Giving mother****ers every chance just to pop off
They frauds, they knock offs
They are Charmin, they are Scott soft
Tissue, what's really the issue?
Unofficial mother****ers always hate on the official
I ain't that kind when I blow it, ain't a whistle
I am that kind that stand over you with pistols
It is what it is and I feel no remorse
Been married to the game and we still ain't divorced
Harry with the cane, got the powder, get the cost
Doing Business, doing fitness, so I floss, of course
You the type of low I ain't feeling
The type that don't take care of they children
I never, ever let a mother****er play me
If you get caught, don't say me
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you
I **** around with the hoes and the gangsters
I'm up with the dough yelling thank you