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Five boys, come on Ay yo, talk to Bugsey, what we drivin'? Let me know what's good man The Beamer or the Benz, man? I'm just getting upset fam, what's going on Chop and mix and mash, put this in the fryer Straight face, no banter Balling with the crooks and trapstars Independent women I pamper Hoes they bubblin' Black bottle boys just bopped in And you know your girl is an option, ha-ha Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none Yeah, it's a jiggy pop collar boy, love the dollar boy Baby holla boy, I can bring a lady joy Who I'm bringing home, we can choose it by the coin Just a baby boy, baby (mm) think a baby boy If you're gonna do it, then let's do it properly We use real money when we play monopoly You can make a list, we can do a lot of things Somebody ask these broke niggas why they have a ring (why?) Yeah, nine out of ten of the times she's in the whip (whip) Nine out of ten of the times she is your bitch (yeah) Baby, I'm just good with the words I got a gift (yeah) Ballin' is a full time job, I'm on a shift We all know that I'm the realest on And to be honest, I ain't feelin' em' If they don't see it, then there's nothin' wrong I ain't hatin' nigga, moving on Baby, baby, make it biggie bomb Get your jiggy on Straight face, no banter Balling with the crooks and trapstars Independent women I pamper Hoes they bubblin' Black bottle boys just bopped in And you know your girl is an option, ha-ha Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none All I do is shoot three's got my jump shot money In the five doing trees on my down south money All that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthin' I'ma put a price on ya head if it means somethin' All my brothers real, all my niggas they still thuggin' Have you in the field, you ain't man you ain't T's cousin Nigga, I'm a king in the Middle East, right by the river Trent Fuck what a nigga said, black bottle president Listen man, I've got it covered I put diamonds on the fingers of my brothers mothers They my mother like my brother's mother, problem solver I can never buss up undercover, real proper, big popper (uh) Playin' with those honeys, never stayin' with those honeys Diamonds couldn't fit up in my grilly, I'm I'm too gubby (why?) If a nigga do me dirty Ima do him dirty Gally in my city call me Five-star Bugsey Straight face, no banter Balling with the crooks and trapstars Independent women I pamper Hoes they bubblin' Black bottle boys just bopped in And you know your girl is an option, ha-ha Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none Straight face, no banter Balling with the crooks and trapstars Independent women I pamper Hoes they bubblin' Black bottle boys just bopped in And you know your girl is an option, ha-ha Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none Greenlight when you're ready, baby gimme, gimme some Why you mad? She ain't give you, give you none
Writer(s): Adedoyin Olaide Julius-adewuyi, Ra'chard Shakur Tucker, Jevon Daniel Ellis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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