Obama lyrics

[Skit]
f*ck you lookin at aye! *guy mumbles* you think I'm f*cking crazy aye! The f*ck! You know what I'm sayin'. Sosa's on the motherf*cking beat now! f*cking with the f*cking I8 driving through the f*cking streets. Just tryna carry my f*cking sh*t down the motherf*cking ship! You know what I'm sayin'. Don't be f*cking callin' your homeboys. I'm just one f*cking gangster against all you mother f*ckers! Come on! The f*ck is up? You know what I'm sayin'. T up mother f*cker! Step ya f*cking game up!

[Chorus]
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthaf*cking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich b*tch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big sh*t, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "really?"

[Verse 1]
On some street sh*t, come and get you in a Hemi
On some rich sh*t, pick you up in a Bentley
I'm riding stock paint, and my sh*t still look like candy
All these tools on me, man I look like Handy Manny
n*gga I'm an astronaut, n*gga you's a Sandy
You ain't never jump out the water, you use to swimming
That mean you never jumped out the porch, no types of sports
I got my own sh*t, I don't need no type of source
Me and guap, we be kicking it in all types of sorts
Hit the Louis store, and I buy all types of shorts
Don't let me in the NBA, we knock it off the shore
Bump me my muthaf*cking pistol, knock you off the court
[Chorus]
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthaf*cking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich b*tch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big sh*t, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "really?"

[Verse 2]
On some country sh*t, I pick you up in a dump
Police in my trunk, what the f*ck they trying find?
When they pull me over, they say I smell like a pound
I say I'm always going up, I'm never Gloing down
Twitter this, Twitter that, I'm going Slim Dunk
Pull up on ya block, what's in my gun make ya run
This balling sh*t be fun, but shooting pistols funner
I get the money later, I got shooting pistols hunger
And when I'm done sparking, roll up and I forgot
Sosa you can't have this snub in the club, I ain't retarded
I do everything without giving f*cks, I nonchalant it
Sosa, what the goals you want in life? I want the money
Sosa, what type of weed you smoke? I want the onions
Sosa, what type of chips you like? I want the Funyuns
I'm riding low in cold water or I'm riding around
Came with my cannon, can't win, don't try it
[Chorus]
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthaf*cking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich b*tch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big sh*t, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "really?"