TS Piece (feat. Remy & Tony Sunshine)

Yeah, uh You know what this is The fat gangsta Maybe it's the TS chain (I got 'em right) Maybe it's that Escalade (Come get 'em right) Maybe it's the way I do (Keep mammies like) Joe, I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Is gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me I know it seems every song, is about like the same old thing But when you rich, ain't nothin' to do but fuckin' hang Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change Keep mah ladies lookin' good, when they touch the Range Never fuck wit a bitch, if she can't be trained Never leave wit a chick, if she don't give brain We could leave on trip, I got a private plane I don't fly but we could park it up and blaze Joe's the God and I know you need somethin' to praise Just have a lil' faith, and you could be saved Uh, it's not mah fault if they love the kid It might be the chain or the whip, I don't know what it is Maybe it's the TS chain (I got 'em right) Maybe it's that Escalade (Come get 'em right) Maybe it's the way I do (Keep mammies like) Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Is gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me Um, I don't mean no harm But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit Rem And I don't turn 'em away, I'm like, I'm the bomb now Where's your girl, don't matter to me I'm way out of her league, she can't keep up to mah speed She's weak, she don't need to smoke weed And wherever she's at is where she should be Now, where's your wife, I don't care I'll be at the crib, when she ain't there Baby do mah nails and lace mah hair Take me out on trips and pay the fare, maybe Maybe it's the TS chain (I got 'em right) Maybe it's that Escalade (Come get 'em right) Maybe it's the way I do (Keep mammies like) Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Is gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me Damn, look at all the rocks he got Ferrari drop 360, hard to top The party's hot, all white linen affair I'm doin' the suit thang, white Nike Airs I'm in the middle of the crowd, like the Don is here Shorty whistlin' in mah ear, told me what she wanna hear She said, "We thuggin', smokin' on somethin' Down to leave wit y'all, as long as y'all fuckin'" Woo, that's how you do that there See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew back here We ridin', she drivin' On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin' Maybe it's the TS chain (I got 'em right) Maybe it's that Escalade (Come get 'em right) Maybe it's the way I do (Keep mammies like) Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me Gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me Maybe it's the TS chain (I got 'em right) Maybe it's that Escalade (Come get 'em right) Maybe it's the way I do (Keep mammies like) Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Is gon' leave wit me, gon' creep wit me Gon' freak wit me, gon' leave wit me