Yeah!
We done seen it all
Done it all
We don′t trust these niggas
Word, word to my nigga, P
Brodie's bitch is back out, rocking these platinum chains
She give it to a thorough nigga, that′s my claim of fame
Chanel body suit, when it rain, diamonds galore
Get chauffeured under the stars
You can forget how you was living before
She keep it P with a player, so she never at me
I'ma get munyun, got my lawyer, hoes can't attack me
Lil′ niggas run you down with a gun like he in a track meet
Sent through a cleaning crew, they pressing with that iron
(ah)
Look a nigga in the eyes, see if he gone cross
Cocoa number five bitch eating up a boss
Keep my bitch close, but I keep the goons closer
Dom Pérignon bottle, wasted bubbly on the floor
Came up from the block, selling the rawest coke
You might OD off this shit, nigga, ain′t never enough
Richie Mil' cost a house, it ain′t never enough
Seven-hundred bucks on a truck, the seats brazy
(ah)
Me and my brothers, we putting freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I′ll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trapping out my granny house to rapping on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gone have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm letting ′em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a 50
You tryna keep up with me, gone be O-V
(ah)
I cook that white girl uncut, you might OD
Drop 36 in a Pyrex, stay low-key
Put a nigga on suicide watch, they try and play me
Spent a million dollars on the watch, chasing a big B
Talking hip-hop, I'm talking 'bout drugs
Live like a shotta, I bring fire to the club
Looking up to mobsters as kids, that was us
Teflon Pluto, I′m not the nigga you can touch
(ah)
Me and my brothers, we putting freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can′t replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trapping out my granny house to rapping on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gone have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I′m letting 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a 50
You tryna keep up with me, gone be O-V
(ah)
Me and my brothers, we putting freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can′t replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trapping out my granny house to rapping on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gone have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I′m letting 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a 50
You tryna keep up with me, gone be O-V
(ah)
That's just my opinion, I don′t listen to that bullshit
You know what I′m saying?
Like some people think that's hot
Some people actually think that shit is hot
Like, come on, who you gone listen to, them or P?
Who the veterans? Who the seasoned veterans at this shit
That can tell you what′s hot and what's not?
You know what I′m saying? That's, there you have it, son
And I ain′t on no hater shit, I ain't a hater
Do your thing, nigga, you know what I'm saying?
But personally, this today is not popping, son
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Sylvia Robinson, Melvin Glover, Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Tyler Wayne, Allen Raphael Ritter, Peter Lee Johnson
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