Maxwell lyrics

[Chorus]
I met a lot of b*tches
I f*cked off Maxwell
See me, no talking
I don't do that Nextel

[Verse 1]
I got four or five b*tches, my name be choosing
I play the game of to win, so I'm not losing
I still sip Cristal, I do that XO
Late night in Berkeley or out in west Oakland
Walnut Creek or Lafayette
I'm a stand up dude with a lot of respect
A beautiful b*tch you can't deny that
Four seasons, two guns and an Oakland A's hat
I stay strapped, my big brother is too
I still go to functions, I stay in high schools
I rock with young hoes you could call me R. Kelly
Looking for a Tip Drill but I'm not Nelly
I feel like Messy Marv posted up on Eddy
Five deep, no sleep, and a pocket of Fetty
Shout out Uncle Tracy, I don't shop at Macy's
I'm just a young n*gga with his gun off safety

[Chorus] (x2)
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my trap house, I sleep on air mattress
Don't be boosie b*tch, f*ck a n*gga who don't pay taxes
I'm still on the run f*ck b*tches that's bar hopping
San Francisco late night with that long chopper
I still buy guns from the Mexican down the street
Beat up my b*tches cause I'm jealous and insecure
You love who b*tch? Don't say no more
b*tch I'm a Leo, I need all the attention
Still got girls that f*ck from way back
Castro Valley hoes, Fresno all that
Sacramento n*ggas got love for the kid
Borrow guns and money, its nothing to them
Fawwaz my big brother, I got his back
I know Lil B, Based God all of that
I'm from the waterfront
The pretty b*tch is back
Young n*gga with fronts

[Chorus] (x2)