Out Here lyrics

[Verse 1]
Making these moves, tryna get this bread
Before I lose, b*tch I'm at your head
Taking that b*tch right up off your neck
Young n*ggas don't play 'round where I'm at
n*gga, I'm from Cleveland, heartless killers
E'rybody strapped, n*gga mind yo business
n*ggas come through, and ain't even no witness
Don't get set up by these grimy ass b*tches
Don't nobody really know where Chip is
'Til he pull up in something ridiculous
Ridin' on 4s, we ain't hittin' no switches
These ain't out yet, you can't get this
Bout' to put the new school on them 6s
Sitting up high like a Mack truck
Got that hammer on me
Ho ass n*gga better back up
I'm out here, fresh as f*ck
With the 40 cal. tucked, n*gga f*ck yo luck
Now I'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot
Her aim is tight so you n*ggas better duck
And we laughing all the way to bank, cause sh*t is funny
Cop a crib and decorate that b*tch, with real money
She intrigued by them whips
That Lexus, that Benz, gave her reason to get
Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing di*k
That's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this b*tch
She ain't on that none of that corny ass sh*t
n*gga we're living this sh*t for real
Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill
I ain't showing no love, I ain't cutting no deals
Stay up out my face, when you see a n*gga, chill
When you come to the show, put your hands up high
We up in this ho, we extra fire
Yea they call me the truth, cause a n*gga no lie
Throw two up when a n*gga ride by
[Hook] x2
n*gga I'm out here, we getting it
Shining, you sick of it
I'm out here, f*ck with me
On the freeway, buck 50
I'm out here, I'm dolo
Got bread now, ain't no ho
I'm out here (n*gga I'm out here)
My n*gga I'm out here (n*gga I'm out here)

[Verse 2]
Hey boo
Don't do what I do, b*tch do what I say do
OK boo?
Don't try to play me and I won't play you
We rolling, buck 50 on the freeway
650i, no roof, me and my b*tch smoking
DVD watching Coming to America, floating
n*gga we winning
Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow
24s my n*gga, we getting it
Cell phone been dead, ain't nobody seen me in a minute
n*gga, my crib is mostly glass
So you can see us in here living
4 or 5 guns and blunts getting passed
Young n*ggas doing good, just chilling
I valet in the front
Walk in the club, hitting the blunt
n*gga this how we live for real
No punchlines, I ain't even tryna stunt
Roll up 4 cause we up in this ho
In VIP, just for me and these hoes
Not giving a f*ck who in this b*tch
Me, I got killers up in here though
St. Claire n*ggas up in here though
You already know, we got bread to blow
Yea b*tch, I'm hotter than Mexico
So tell a bad b*tch, give me head fa sho
n*gga this Chip, better learn my name
Tryna stack my bread, tryna stay up in the game
Tryna f*ck these hoes, make them tat my name
Send a b*tch home, don't give her no change
Should've been a pleasure, f*cking with a boss
If you don't choose me, b*tch that's your loss
Eating good, n*gga Benihana with shrimp sauce
Know y'all mad, hope you stay p*ssed off
Me and my b*tch getting tatted up outside
Smoking that sh*t that make you lose yo mind
Swear to God this young n*gga here gon' shine
f*ck you all up, n*gga I'mma get mine
[Hook] x2