70 Bars & No Hook lyrics

I keep some linen that's clean, 50 thou in my jeans
Keep about ten pretty b*tches on my team
I smoke I don't drink lean
And my n*ggas in here
Cash Money Young Money yeah this is our year
Eatin rappers for dinner, pass the knife and fork
Got 'em nervous like when that hurricane was bout to hit New York
It's a master at work, sh*t you n*ggas could learn
Could tell we smokin the stick, look how slow that it burn
And my lil youngins is ridin, and they down for whatever
In the four man drive, f*ck it!
We ridin together
Alot of youngins in the game but they know who do it better
Diamonds shine bright like a Coogi sweater
I'm sayin
Why you n*ggas lyin in your rhymes?
You a D-Boy cause you? A couple times
Man I ain't buyin that bullsh*t
You n*ggas is lame
Bunch of clown ass n*ggas, you n*ggas is strange
Better be watchin the boy, cause I'm on fire
24 years old and I can f*ckin retire
I'm the hottest out, sh*t I know I am
Plus I got more hits than Summerslam
I'm goin stupid
Yeah like I lost to school
I call my own shots like a n*gga playin in pool
I try my best to pray, well as much as I can
I love my momma, love my daughter, and I love my fans
I gotta bad b*tch that work in K. O. D
She charge n*ggas for that pus*y but I get it for free
And to you ol' n*ggas
Slow your role n*gga
Hang it up like some f*ckin dry clothes n*gga
Cause this that young n*gga rap, I spit that ignorant sh*t
One thing I can't stand is an ignorant b*tch
(Yeah man)You ain't seein Bow Weezy
All black everything, but it ain't Young Jeezy
Muthaf*cka, it's the B. O
Represent the C. O
Mr. Big di*k, ask your girlfriend, she know
Damn this weed so strong, smokin outta this bong
Damn I'm so high, boy I forgot the words to this song
(I put in work!)