Who the fuq is Stevie J lyrics

[Intro]
Who the f*ck this n*gga Stevie J?
Who the f*ck!? Is Stevie J?
Philly!
(Jahill Beats Holla at me)

[Verse 1]
These n*ggas pus*y can't respect these n*gga (pus*y)
They finna make me drop a check on n*ggas (f*ck them n*ggas)
I heard these n*ggas actin' foul now (Foul now)
Till we slide up on them put that tech on n*ggas (Here we go)
Ever since I got some money they been acting funny (wooh)
I got married to that paper, holy matrimony (wooh)
My n*ggas shooting better back up off me
Times changed now my mom and em all got matching Rollies
Every n*gga round' me on one (On one)
Every b*tch around me on dope (On coke)
Countin' up this money with my Rollies (With my Rollie n*gga)
And the forecast says it more snow
Every time we hear the load drop
We be making hoes drop
Lil' bit of baking soda
Bring it back a whole lot
And we got them pills if
n*ggas like to Perc pop
I got n*ggas uptown
We're down to get served out
I be with my real n*ggas screaming gang gang
Ridin' dirty with the 30, let it hang hang
Time to pull up on you with yo main thang
I done seen the money make these b*tches do some strange things
[Chorus]
I'ma get money (Get money)
Get to it (Get to it)
We winning (Winning)
They losing (Losing)
They hating (They hate)
I knew it (I knew it)
Flooded the Jesus (flooded the Jesus)
No Judas
Wooh, woooh, wooh
I been out Miami for a week (For a week)
I got double seats all in my 6 (on my 6)
Get your b*tch some shoes like Cinderella (Cinderella)
She gon' treat this D like she a beast

[Verse 2]
Money, power, respect
sh*t I live like what I rap
All these n*ggas that got murked
sh*t we did bout' that check
Make me run up on you n*ggas
Snatch that sh*t up off your neck
Super-soak that AK
All you n*ggas gon' get wet
I hear everybody talking like they shooters (Like they shooters)
Popping sh*t from their computers
But if they act like b*tches
When we see em that's how we do em
Everytime I see a hater I be thinking hallelujah
I'm still moving with the same n*ggas
On the same sh*t
Tell me why my side hoe
Better than your main b*tch?
Tell me why my side hoe
Doesn't speak no English?
You ain't talking money n*gga, you don't speak my language. Ho! (Who the fuq is Stevie J?)
These n*ggas pus*y can't respect these n*ggas. (pus*y)
They finna make me drop a check on n*ggas. (f*ck them n*ggas)
I heard these n*ggas actin' foul now. (Foul now)
Till we slide up on them put that tech on n*ggas
[Chorus]
I'ma get money (Get money)
Get to it (Get to it)
We winning (Winning)
They losing (Losing)
They hating (They hate)
I knew it (I knew it)
Flooded the Jesus (flooded the Jesus)
No Judas
Wooh, woooh, wooh
I been out Miami for a week (For a week)
I got double seats all in my 6 (on my 6)
Get your b*tch some shoes like Cinderella (Cinderella)
She gon' treat this D like she a beast