[Chorus # One]
I`m a make my nigga love dat.
I`m still in the shit, killin` the shit cause nigga still feelin` this shit.
Show me where your love at what`s wrong wit dat.
(Bad bitch`s in the back ground)
Cause ain`t nothin` wrong wit dat.
[First Verse]
I need some scrill n` that`s real
They got me in this league feelin` like Jermaine O`Neill
came out to early an` signed the wrong deal
So now Jerry Brown movin` in the navy seals
Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho
Lookin` for a man ta` get her ready to go
Instead of the dough she, trippin` off the medical`s bro
The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldn`t know
To do for my Ho I`ll ride on a scooter in snow
Who do you know that`ll tutor your Ho
The executor truth n` shit
Got em` wishin`to be hotter want me an` Faye play in the Bay with sea otters
To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an` two S.S. Impalas`
Bubblin` to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat
Holla
[Chorus #2]
I`m a make my people love dat
I`m still in the shit killin` the shit
Cause nigga still feelin` this shit
Nigga show me where your love at
What`s wrong with dat
(Back to chours number one.)
[Second Verse]
Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin` for the semen
It`s your ho?
It`s my nut
It ain`t nuttin` till you struttin` through the cut
an see your slut on the passenger side I`m like what?
This bitch call me that`s why you saw me faulty slidin` on way-way with baby
Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin` my bones
But I got Seven-Six-Two`s(Recording Studio)that are pumpin` your dome
Wutin` answerin` her cellular phone
Man I`m tellin` ya
Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in
Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn
with a bottle of ginn an` her modelin` friend you a baller
I ain`t got I a dollar to spend
Jus` holla n` then next week it`s Quality Inn
Cant wait to see Dada(Check shout outs n` thank youse)
again soon as he get outta the pen
Holla
[-Chorus number one. Two times]
[Third verse]
Eh. you got some money?
You better invest that
Cause nigga`ll be all in your house like “where the rest at?”
Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that
You blessed cause you ain`t sleeping in your vest cat
Got bitches jockin` John for stocks n` Bonds
and Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones
Partner!
You know what blunt`s do to your lungs?
Nuttin`
Least bit they plottin` the meek shit
But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit
an` walk the pit talkin` shit wit nigga`s
I be sparking wit
But we family so normally we chalk the shit
Informally
My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me?
(This is harmony.)
[-Chorus number one. Two times]
