, Hot Boys)
(Project PAT)
Man, why these n*ggas always hatin' on Hynotize and Cash Money?
Man, f**k these n*ggas!
(Baby)
What's up wodie? It's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys
These big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys
Wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys
(Turk)
You done f**ked with the wrong n*gga
Must they know that I ride and I shoot quicker
Should have known not to upset this lil n*gga
You got a click so what n*gga my click thicker
A bunch of real n*ggas that'll burn ya
With no waitin' catch ya slippin then jam ya up
Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me
Play by the rules
Or sh*t I'll kill yo' family
That's what I do
Bust ya chest wide open
And split ya fade n*gga
And them all frozen
Moves from the 'K n*gga
Turk don't play, when it's time to get serious
Think I'm a hoe keep it that way and stay curious
(Baby)
n*ggas be shoutin' one love but wearin black gloves
Some n*ggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for play
Them n*ggas shouldn't be respected, they fake
Instead of hittin' blocks with Glocks and touchin' n*ggas money spot
And breakin' bread with the woman who put em in that spot
These n*ggas wanna trick they hoes
And play with they nose
Instead of totin' fo' fo's and movin' f**kin' kilos
n*gga I done bought more cars than n*ggas done bought pus*y hoes
And bought more rims than n*ggas done f**ked they main hoe in they as*h*les
3-6 told me to roll and unload
But n*gga f**k that
I'm tryin' to stack and mack
And that deal with Universal shoulda showed that
But Uptown is where its at
Playboy won't you tell me how you luv that?
Won't you tell me how you luv that?
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Ballers
We be on some twanky twankies
Playa hatas get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of that danky danky
Big diamond rangs on our panky panky
(Juvenile)
F**k with 3-6 Mafia gon' make me millions
F**k with CMR gon' make me some more millions
I can see it, I'm a kill 'em
And build me and building
And put some money to the side for my mom and my children
Ridin' with my n*gga Rambezee, to the easy
Drinkin' for my n*gga Babyzee and B.G.eezy
Ducked off
Tinted windows on my candy apple cut dawg
It's a classy n*gga f**k yall
(Juicy J)
I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the f**kin' fullest
We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets
And when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it
You see a n*gga holdin gauge and you wish he would have
Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a coma
'cause n*ggas gone on that Hennessey and marijuana
And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a
In that game slangin' came to you blood donors
It's on, coward
(Lil Wayne)
They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
Champagne took my brain I don't think I just aim
Drop tops on a Z-3
Start shootin' like 3 burners
How come them try me
Never know me block burner
Better watch for lil shorty in black
n*gga get back
Bout to make my Glock 40 click clack
Brrr kill it
It's yo Life
Spill It
Playin' with the realest
Pop fire like a skillet
Now n*gga what the dilly
Highly influenced on Cristal
I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it gets wild
I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol
Then deliver him 50 shots and take his child
(DJ Paul)
Punk b*tch I dare ya
I double dare ya step against this pot belly
b*tches they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready
Weak ass them cowards try to make moves but I knock 'em out
2nd ones step yall need more help 2 barrels in his mouth
Face it when this sh*ts f**ked up you gotta deal with it
This is my game, live with it or get killed with it
These are my dice
This is my board I let you roll off
And how you gon' have ice when I cut your f**kin' water off
(Chorus)
(Project Pat)
It's the project n*gga roll back I own them bricks
Kickin' game with the Hot Boy$ and 3-6
B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil Wayne
North Memphis, Uptown, and we havin' thangs
AIn't no thang when ya come real ya gotta shine
I'm strapped with a Glock 9, he ain't takin' mine
We in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it
Full of gin, f**king hoes, like I'm mad russian
A discussion amongst men means a power move
Is about to be made for a come-up fool
Slang that iron when you get in my business
Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise b*tch
(Chorus 2X)