Freestyle (Thug Thursday 3) lyrics

You know I'm saying man
n*gga here just chilling like a motherf*cker man
Tryna make it do what it do man
Junior Genius

Jun', you really is a genius
I really mean this
Where the green is
I'm tryna make some green hits
Talking bout plaques
Roller Rolls Royce, used to Rolex
Still counting up stacks
I'm riding round town like the Mac
Got plenty bad b*tches
Got plenty bad b*tches tryna pay me riches
Got plenty player haters
Got plenty player haters tryna come and take em
Got plenty real n*ggas
Got plenty real n*ggas riding with us
And we got plenty hittas
Couple killers down the gun pull them triggers

We ain't worried bout you, man
We ain't worried bout you, man
We just doing what we do, man
We just doing what we do, man
Coming through like checkmate
Stay winning in and out of state
Today I'm in my best shape
I can't lie, life getting great, aye
All about getting cake and that money coming fast
Gotta hustle slightly ill to ill
And I'm still shining 'cause I'm still grinding
Hell yeah, thug still here
Seventeen years later paper still growing
n*ggas stay watching my moves
But f*ck it, I'm a help out mine
Went to how to be a boss school, thuggery

Pull up in the drop head, might pull up in a Spur
Just walked in and pick a b*tch
Was like, f*ck it I'm a take her
And I never hear no "No's"
'Cause a n*gga get money, get money like a boss
Two decades later and b*tches still ain't feel out, thugger
I'm the motherf*cking Mac
Riding round town making my paper stack
Got a bad b*tch on my line I'm like baby let me hit you back
Shoulda already hit so it'd just be a waste of my time
Might as well hi the studio and get back on my grind

'Cause I ain't got time to be f*cking with you hoes
Who ain't gon' bring a n*gga no dough
I ain't got time to deal with you n*ggas
Who are not here tryna chase figures
I ain't got time to ride around Houston
Chilling with a bunch of n*ggas that's losing
I' gotta keep moving, I gotta move moving
Get a bigger house, get a better car
Get a badder boat, huh
Thugger never satisfied, I'm a always want more, huh
Yeah I gotta keep going, I gotta keep growing
I ain't gon' never stop
And when I check out this b*tch
I'm a still be sitting at the top, thugger
Talking River Oaks with them white folks and big mansion, aye
Talking 20,000 sq ft, tell em make some expansions, aye
Pork and candy slab, in my yard smoking weed looking just like a n*gga, aye
But they ain't gon' say sh*t, that n*gga getting his figures
'Cause b*tch, I'm the boss, still ain't fall off
Still getting them fat cheques, aye
You can tell when you see my ass
And all this sh*t hanging off my neck, aye
Independent hall of fame, can somebody get me my respect
Been getting money in the city, still ain't turned by back on the city
'Cause b*tch, I'm the boss, never gon' fall off
Never gon' fall off, never gon' fall off
'Cause b*tch, I'm the boss, huh
You see my motherf*cking house
b*tch, I'm the boss
Thugger
What the f*ck they talking, 'bout man?