Bleed

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what happened, ayy Four years later they still sleepin' on me And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I still keep it on me It's crazy how I got a big dick without a dick, uh It's Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips I'm the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib And you can die inside your livin' room If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool And I ain't just go and get the food I built the kitchen too I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this interview Little gay nigga, hoes been on me since middle school Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you Just because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you Into foreign countries with a foreign chick, foreign whip Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit Niggas wildin' out in Paris, Colten you recordin' this? Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit Fuck it up on tour and shit, Rem handle the important shit It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it Uh, clear the way, make some room, please excuse That's a real nigga walkin' in Huh it's M.A bitch You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (Say that shit) We kingpins this is not a playpen In other words we don't play that shit M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit They be like, "Ooh, I hate that bitch" Ooh but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich? Ooh, ooh, shake 'em off (Shake 'em off) Niggas wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off Her nigga wasn't on his job, had to break her off Three words for these hoes, take it off Ooh, drop panties, no hands please, she don't need plan Bs She pop' Xannies, like it's candy, that's why she antsy But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga with an attitude It's Young M.A, make sure that M.A is capital Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood Always got the trap clickin' like they some tappin' shoes It was either get rich or die, I had to choose (Ooh) Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move BiBipolar, can't control her, keep a tool with me Strapped across my shoulder 'cause my mind is like a bag of screws Huh it's M.A bitch You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (Say that shit) We kingpins this is not a playpen In other words we don't play that shit M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit They be like "Ooh, I hate that bitch" Ooh, but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich? Flex, ooh, Hercules In this motherfuckin' booth leavin' third degrees (Ooh) Cookin' crack up in that stu', I gotta serve the fiends (Huh?) Hop in that Maybach tell the driver, "Umm, curtains please" (Woo) Rich and filthy, still rock silky red rose certainly (Uh-huh) Black and blue, that green one too, just copped that burgundy I swear I try to change my ways but it ain't work for me (Nah) Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is currency (Yes) And I'm sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's privilege please (Ooh) I'm countin' up, she said "How much?" I said infinity (Woo) If I don't come for you, ayy, do not send for me (Woo) 'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (Grr) Uh, big pimpin' spendin' Gs What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't did shit for me? (What?) Can't be in my vicinity without abilities (Nah) All you haters hold my nuts and suck my dignity Sheesh