Foolish (Remix) lyrics

by

Lloyd


[Intro: DJ Khaled & Shawty Lo]
(Oomp Camp Productions)
We do this for the hood
We do this for the streets
We do this for the ghetto
There's a whole lot of hood superstars on this remix
This the Shawty Lo "Foolish" remix (Ayy)
I'm the hood maestro of this hood music
DJ Khaled (Yeah)
We global now (Ayy)
Listen up (Bankhead)

[Verse 1: Shawty Lo]
Yeah, these rappers just rappin' (That's all)
Stick to the movies, they just actin' (Yeah)
What you doin', Lo? I'm just laughin'
How you laughin'? Like, "Ha-ha-ha" (Yeah)
In the Bugatti, I fly right by (Fly by)
And when I'm in the sky, G5, I fly (I fly)
Ayy, cross your T's and dot your I's (Yeah)
I'm the real Bankhead, man, that's no lie
Yeah (Yeah), I done said it before (Me)
I'm a real D-boy, you can't be me, foe
Yeah, I'm like, "Na-na-na" (Hey)
Laughin' at these suckers like, "Ha-ha-ha" (Let's go)
[Chorus: Shawty Lo]
I come through in somethin' real foolish (Na-na-na)
And they like (They like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
And he like (He like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
And she like (She like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Stuntin' on Martin Luther King in my new machine
Keep my tool 'cause you know I'm out gettin' cream
You know the lean, the red beam money team
We stay fly, blow a stack on some new jeans
We stay foolish, they all knew this
Got to get the money, bought mama some new sh*t
The sunshine, got the candy on them whips
A hundred carats, mama, I'm so hood rich
ATL hustler, straight outta Bankhead
Uptown gangster, know how to get paid
My old-head did it big in his days
My young n*ggas real good with that AK

[Chorus: Shawty Lo]
I come through in somethin' real foolish (Na-na-na)
And they like (They like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
And he like (He like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
And she like (She like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Thought I'd fold, well, n*gga, you stupid (Stupid)
Number one on Billboard, I topped Snoop's sh*t (Yeah)
I get money in ways maybe you ain't cool with (Blow)
Baby, baby (Boss), my Phantom roofless
I'm feelin' like I'm bulletproof (Bulletproof), that's what ten mil'll do (Ah)
Yeah, I got a lot of beef (Beef), so I let the kennels loose (Triple-C)
I'm G'd up (G'd up), I feed thugs (Feed thugs)
I got two L's (Uh), baby, I need love (Boss)
Let the Chevy float (Chevy float), burnin' that Cali love (Cali love)
On that Westside (Westside), Shawty Lo hot as f*ck (n*gga)
When you hear that "Trilla" (Trilla, Trilla), n*ggas back it up (Back it up)
Real drug dealers, yeah, we out here stackin' up (Boss)

[Chorus: Shawty Lo]
I come through in somethin' real foolish (Na-na-na)
And they like (They like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
And he like (He like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
And she like (She like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)

[Verse 4: Jim Jones]
It's not a moment we ain't livin' lavish (Oops)
I dropped the top, wasn't a bit embarrassed (My bad)
I bought cars, brochures in a different language (Italian)
I did the Porsche and my thoughts was to get the Vanquish (Vroom-vroom)
I love the V's, ladies'll love fast ones (Hey, baby)
Rock Air 1s, Robin jeans, and a Yachtmaster (Splash)
That's a Rollie watch, the bezel was all Alaska (Blingin')
Big up to all my trappers
Bankheaded in a new ride (ATL)
Or actin' fool by the poolside (Miami)
That's how I do, hah (Right)
Belts with Louie signs (Yup)
And we don't do the lines (Nope)
If I don't run Harlem, well, it must be two sides
[Chorus: Shawty Lo]
I come through in somethin' real foolish (Na-na-na)
And they like (They like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
And he like (He like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
And she like (She like), "Boy, you a fool with it" (Na-na-na)
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