(feat. Bailey & Messy Marv) [Verse 1: Bailey] I'm sky ballin', a young California pimp Loungin' in a stretch Bently sittin low on the tents Iced down, draped an dipped hittin bomb ***** (bomb *****) Servin' on stega shrimp, sippin' Dom P (Dom P) Lavishly cordinated Savagely corporated On casino, Mr. Gambino's Mobb affiliated The world is mine, that's what I read on a blimp Playin cops I'm a robber with blue prints to the mint Didn't leave no evidence, went back to, my residence Snatch the Benjamin's, an all the other dead presidents My hoochies like to toss me the coochie Floss me in Gucci But groupies would never cost me no Loochie What I look like? Givin' a hoe all my doe, like she wrote all my flows ******* I'm all-pro You be the same hoe, on the stroll makin' me mo dinero So tip-toe through the rain, sleet an snow [Hook x2] I gotta get my Money Over ******* They want the money, I want my riches [Verse 2: Messy Marv] Quinnton mania, hoes I'm tamin' ya Never praisin ya, never payin ya Nothin' mo than attention Havin' paper is an addiction Your not bringin additions Then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions This is how I see it My crew we be the cleanest Pu*******n' Benzes and Beamers These hoes ain't pleased to meet us Pass us Master Cards an Visas Illegal searches We smokin' roaches with no crutches ******* we cope, from bein' broke and do it like a hustla a Ain't no friends we all cousins Baby networkin' Money ain't nothin' You got it all? You need to quit perpin' A quarter million wouldn't satisfy me I be a Master like P And I act like Luni Only God can do me Burn a crutch with doobie, approach smoothly Only ladies with paper amuse me, an broke hoes choose me But lose bein' in a pursuit of tryin to talk For the conversation of ***** you and *******t ******* it's goin to cost [Hook x2] [Verse 3: San Quinn] I got 2 for 1, from Ya-yo to in-do Paper now, hoes later, the tradition in Fil-mo Dime-els, bricks of Ya-yo, coke dealers, crack sales *****s that tell on Big Willies Young killas, ******* that jock, look at 'em stare Got 'em choosin, got hoes droolin' on a playa My gold teeth glare, *******nnin' like cheese goin "Bling" Knock Out Playa, K-O-P in the street I ***** with big timers, ridin' sideways with young thugs Don't manipulise, of Fil-mo hood nudge Shake hood slugs, make hood drugs Never could, never would a ***** hoe trust Money Over ******* Trust a ******* I never would Hoe I'm too major Havin' paper like Tiger Woods Famous in the Mo Rob from the rich and slang Ya-yo to the poor Flippin', manipulate a dumb hoe For way mo' I tell 'em BIA-TCH!! I love ballin', how could I be tired of bein' rich? Been off the hook so long, got disconnected unexpected And you *****z is wrong for payin' hoes an hoe protectin'. [Hook: Till End]
(feat. Bailey & Messy Marv) [Verse 1: Bailey] I'm sky ballin', a young California pimp Loungin' in a stretch Bently sittin low on the tents Iced down, draped an dipped hittin bomb ***** (bomb *****) Servin' on stega shrimp, sippin' Dom P (Dom P) Lavishly cordinated Savagely corporated On casino, Mr. Gambino's Mobb affiliated The world is mine, that's what I read on a blimp Playin cops I'm a robber with blue prints to the mint Didn't leave no evidence, went back to, my residence Snatch the Benjamin's, an all the other dead presidents My hoochies like to toss me the coochie Floss me in Gucci But groupies would never cost me no Loochie What I look like? Givin' a hoe all my doe, like she wrote all my flows ******* I'm all-pro You be the same hoe, on the stroll makin' me mo dinero So tip-toe through the rain, sleet an snow [Hook x2] I gotta get my Money Over ******* They want the money, I want my riches [Verse 2: Messy Marv] Quinnton mania, hoes I'm tamin' ya Never praisin ya, never payin ya Nothin' mo than attention Havin' paper is an addiction Your not bringin additions Then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions This is how I see it My crew we be the cleanest Pu*******n' Benzes and Beamers These hoes ain't pleased to meet us Pass us Master Cards an Visas Illegal searches We smokin' roaches with no crutches ******* we cope, from bein' broke and do it like a hustla a Ain't no friends we all cousins Baby networkin' Money ain't nothin' You got it all? You need to quit perpin' A quarter million wouldn't satisfy me I be a Master like P And I act like Luni Only God can do me Burn a crutch with doobie, approach smoothly Only ladies with paper amuse me, an broke hoes choose me But lose bein' in a pursuit of tryin to talk For the conversation of ***** you and *******t ******* it's goin to cost [Hook x2] [Verse 3: San Quinn] I got 2 for 1, from Ya-yo to in-do Paper now, hoes later, the tradition in Fil-mo Dime-els, bricks of Ya-yo, coke dealers, crack sales *****s that tell on Big Willies Young killas, ******* that jock, look at 'em stare Got 'em choosin, got hoes droolin' on a playa My gold teeth glare, *******nnin' like cheese goin "Bling" Knock Out Playa, K-O-P in the street I ***** with big timers, ridin' sideways with young thugs Don't manipulise, of Fil-mo hood nudge Shake hood slugs, make hood drugs Never could, never would a ***** hoe trust Money Over ******* Trust a ******* I never would Hoe I'm too major Havin' paper like Tiger Woods Famous in the Mo Rob from the rich and slang Ya-yo to the poor Flippin', manipulate a dumb hoe For way mo' I tell 'em BIA-TCH!! I love ballin', how could I be tired of bein' rich? Been off the hook so long, got disconnected unexpected And you *****z is wrong for payin' hoes an hoe protectin'. [Hook: Till End]
