They Wanna lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Hook: Future]

Hit the club with my n*ggas, and we spend some
Bands in the air, make them hoes spaz out
10 bad b*tches, can't pick one
This one yellow, this one redbone
They all feign, they wanna get faded off that lean
Gettin money, but we stay clean
Broke n*ggas, they wanna scheme
f*ck n*ggas, they wanna scheme
Gold diggers, they wanna scheme
Broke n*ggas, they wanna scheme

[Verse 1: KG]

Aye, it's KG
A muthaf*ckin OG, all the hoes they know me
Got my kit when I was thirteen, YMCMB my team
Cash Money, we know bout that money
Puffin on OG, call that Puff Daddy
Hit up the club the club stuntin like my n*gga Weezy's daddy
Grew up without my daddy, all these b*tches and I can't find molly
Shawty a redbone, so she give me redwood
I call that Hollywood, I wish a n*gga would
Comin staright out the hood, no time for faggots
It's KG, hoes stick to my di*k like maggots
Got a beat from Mustard, n*gga catch up
Mom couldn't pay the rent, now we up
Like Kendrick, I dive in that pus*y like Kendrick
n*gga look at my pendant, crusin' in the Rari
My life, it's the life of the party
Ciroc and champagne, KG that's my name

[Hook: Future]

Hit the club with my n*ggas, and we spend some
Bands in the air, make them hoes spaz out
10 bad b*tches, can't pick one
This one yellow, this one redbone
They all feign, they wanna get faded off that lean
Gettin money, but we stay clean
Broke n*ggas, they wanna scheme
f*ck n*ggas, they wanna scheme
Gold diggers, they wanna scheme
Broke n*ggas, they wanna scheme

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Stick to the G-Code, me and my n*ggas sippin' on codeine
That pus*y, I make it stretch like a limosuine
Gettin' dirty, servin' to these fiends
You b*tch met me, now she a feign
It's LIl' Wayne, but my di*k B.I.G
Worth over a century, but I can't afford to pay attention to these n*ggas
They shook ones, I need suspension for these n*ggas
Y'all snitches, shouldn't even mention these n*ggas
Weezy F Baby and the F is for f*ck you
I'll make you go broke like Young Buck, don't make me buck you
Tunechi, now that b*tch outta tune
I'll f*ck anywhere, I don't need a room
I'mma sweep y'all n*ggas, who got the broom
b*tch I'm raw like I don't use rubbers
She a bad b*tch, so I don't use rubbers
FBI after me, they got f*ck n*ggas undercover

[Bridge: KG]

All my life I've hustled, rap game another hustle
Got a flock of hoes, no I don't trust em'
Broke n*ggas, they wanna scheme
Staright outta Miami, everyday I see my dreams

[Hook: Future]

Hit the club with my n*ggas, and we spend some
Bands in the air, make them hoes spaz out
10 bad b*tches, can't pick one
This one yellow, this one redbone
They all feign, they wanna get faded off that lean
Gettin money, but we stay clean
Broke n*ggas, they wanna scheme
f*ck n*ggas, they wanna scheme
Gold diggers, they wanna scheme
Broke n*ggas, they wanna scheme

[Bridge: KG]

All my life I've hustled, rap game another hustle
Got a flock of hoes, no I don't trust em'
Broke n*ggas, they wanna scheme
Staright outta Miami, everyday I see my dreams

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