"Get It How I Live"
I got my eye on the profit, - I'm a get it how I got it! (how I got it!)
Get it how I live and you niggas can't stop it. (niggas can't stop it!)
Ain't a shade for my shine, - so the haters can't block it (haters can't block it!)
Better days on my mind - and paper is the topic. (paper is the topic!)
We don't care about no hoes, dog; y'all can take 'em with' cha! (y'all can take 'em with' cha!)
See ya when I see ya. - I ain't gon' miss ya! (I ain't gon' miss ya!)
'Fore I tip a bitch I know I'm a throw it on the strippers! (throw it on the strippers!)
I already been rich. - Now I'm gon' get richer! (now I'm gon' get richer!)
This is that motherfuckin' music made for smokin'
Bitch keep your mind on that money, don't get caught up in your emotions!
I fuck her mouth until she chokin'
And she ain't talkin' back no more, I got her gone off that potion.
She got - know I just point a finger and she pop top
All over the highway in my fly-ass Bentley drop, stop!
You gettin' outta line now! You don't know me, miss.
You just gave me head, you better blow me kiss!
Uhh! - I chuck her deuces with the frozy wrist
"When you comin' back in town? " Miss me with the noisy shit
Mary Jane's the only chick that I get cozy with,
Knockin' em down, three at a time, posey shit.
They been hatin' on my hustle, I'm supposed to trip
Forty-five my muscle as I touch you on the goalie tip.
Need to call her, fuck her, let the homies hit
It is M.O.B. for life, boy; you know this shit
She gon' fuck me till I drained then I'm gone,
You thinkin' you gon' come up on the "bank", bitch you're wrong.
You a punk, this ain't yo' song!
Take it from me, them bitches there when you're there, there when you're gone.
Uh, I'm gettin' to it, not your ordinary rapper deal,
The package pop, she gettin' slipped the morning-after pill.
Then I disappear, she probably snorin' as I peal,
Fame'll get you while you're layin' up and that's what's real.
Masterin' when I smashin' got that mass appeal,
Uh-uhm! We ain't slippin', niggas trippin' so we packin' steel!
The weather breakin', I'm a push the Cadillac until
Magnum block me from the spill, boy they cat can kill!
I give a fuck about a cop that catch an oil slick
I done made it out. - I'm a go an' enjoy the shit,
Hundred-thousand in a drawer that make the lawyer flip,
Few more just for ballin' out, thinkin' about what new toy to get. - Uh!
[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]
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