Lyrics

I swear i got so drunk last night I dont even remember going to sleep Two freaks in my suite wit pretty feet One of em rolling up weed The other po'n my drink Two shades of lipstick on a doobie Two cuties with stains of lipstick on they booty Im movin and groovin Clicquot and Remy by tha jaccuzi This more than just music I make it feel like a movie The game cold but i gotta get it I make it hard for these other niggas They need some help They lack the charisma like somebody such as myself P I M P Make sure my presence is felt All i ever wanted was some cash and a bad bitch Made a couple plays now a nigga livin lavish Things from my past tense Done turned me to a savage I dont want no friends just want that muthafuckin bag bitch All i ever wanted was some cash and a bad bitch Made a couple plays now a nigga livin lavish Things from my past tense Done turned me to a savage I dont want no friends just want that muthafuckin bag bitch Im a dope rappin Pistol packing never lackin Dollar stackin Pimping mackin gettin action Where im at Probably kickin it it yo bitch She wanna kick it with the clique Cuz RSMG is the shit Lavish habits got me looking attractive to yo chick She heard about me now she stickin to me like flies to shit Ask any bitch i hit They'll tell you that the dick legit Gave it to her once then I took it away and now she sick I dont need the honey I just want my money bitch I can get a book published How to break a dummy quick I dont need no smart mouth Talking back or running lip Some say the work is hard but this shit is butter bitch All i ever wanted was some cash and a bad bitch Made a couple plays now a nigga livin lavish Things from my past tense Done turned me to a savage I dont want no friends just want that muthafuckin bag bitch All i ever wanted was some cash and a bad bitch Made a couple plays now a nigga livin lavish Things from my past tense Done turned me to a savage I dont want no friends just want that muthafuckin bag bitch Yeah I been gone for a minute but I'm back Baby Know what I'm sayin Still talking shit Still drankin till ridin Still grindin Still boastful in my vocals You know still me Aint nothin changed about me but my money I just got a lot mo of it Know what im sayin Check this out Smokin on a beach Took two girls on a retreat Cigar aint got no flavor but they make the swisher sweet When you grinding for that paper aint no time for you to sleep All these niggas out here flexin imma show off my physique To let the these niggas know they weak All you do is sleep the day away Say they got that sauce but you boys aint got no flavor mane Drinkin on that Tanqueray To help me through my day to day Mothafuck a hater gettin paper is my favorite thang My clique yo bitch favorite gang She love to see us ball RSMG them my dawgs You cant fuck wit them at all Nigga spittin at yo broad Cuz she love my southern drawl Country nigga wit no manners Bitch straight out Arkansas
Writer(s): Brian Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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