I'll Be (feat. JAY Z)

What up, pop? Brace yourself as I ride on top

Close your eyes as you ride right out your socks

Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel

Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle

Nasty girl, don't pass me the world

I push the V, not the backseat girl

Don't deepthroat for C-notes, she floats

Murder she wrote and keeps the heat close

Firm, ****, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts

Familia bigger than Icos

Y'all, Danny DeVito's, small ****

All I see is the panty eaters, that's all ****

Loan sharkin' this year, raise the figgas

Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up

And take notice, Na Na take over

Y'all take quotas to hit papa

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits

Now tell me, how nasty can you get?

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped, one thing for sure (I'll be good)

That's right, we drop hits

Tell me, how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped, one thing for sure (I'll be good)

I'm too Live, nasty as I wanna be

Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me

'Fore I take you there and tear your back out

That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out

I'm Lola Falana, dripped in Gabbana

Nineties style, the finest style

Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit

Put me on the basin, throw your face in it, fucker

Na Na, y'all can't touch her

My sex drive all night like a trucker

Let alone the skills I possess

And y'all gonna see by these mils I possess

Never settle for less, I'm in excess

Not inexpensive VVS

To the two, that's just the way I'm built

Nasty, what, classy, still

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits

Now tell me, how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped, one thing for sure (I'll be good)

That's right, we drop hits

Tell me, how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped, one thing for sure (I'll be good)

Well, you can hold what I got, roll with the Roc

A-Fella, capo in the candy apple drop

Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop?

Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third and a lot?

Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie with herb in the spot

Word middie, the cop 'n biddie

Uh, I'm the bomb-diggy, punana

Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all

Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure

To undress ya and shit all over your asses

I ain't playin', knockin' out at the weigh-in

I'm sayin', what's the sense in delayin'

I'm tryna run G from the P to the AM

I saw your little thing, now I'm swayin', OK'in

Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits

Now tell me, how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped, one thing for sure (I'll be good)

That's right, we drop hits

Tell me, how nasty can you get

All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods

It's ripped, one thing for sure (I'll be good)