Really Don't (Live)

You fuck na's really don't move me I keep it moving Cool as a fan I'm so groovy Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it Gimmie the ball ima shoot it Chance after chance I won't lose it Mufuckin' smart like computers I'm back in my mood Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass I'm all on they ass I'm on on they ass You fuck na's really don't move me I keep it moving Cool as a fan I'm so groovy Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it Gimmie the ball ima shoot it Chance after chance I won't lose it Mufuckin' smart like computers I'm back in my mood Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass I'm all on they ass I'm all on they ass Pardon me partner I need all the dollars I'm stacking that paper like looseleaf Peeped them niggas they too cheap They be stunting wit' hella ones you ain't fooled me On a mission to get it you trippin if you ain't with it we can't kick it no Bruce lee I won't give em no high fives Cuz I told em that I be the one before two three See em' acting like groupies Then they talkin' down see you niggas got mood swings Pick a side nigga, choose please If it's issues then I'm on yo head like a coofy Best come correct when you call yaself checkin' me Ima' problem solver don't be testing me Tell my boss I'm a boss so don't schedule me Murkin' rappers I might catch a felony You fuck na's really don't move me I keep it moving Cool as a fan I'm so groovy Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it Gimmie the ball ima shoot it Chance after chance I won't lose it Mufuckin' smart like computers I'm back in my mood Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass I'm all on they ass I'm all on they ass Forever go hard for this rap shit Versatile I had to change it up Na's slowing up ya stamina That Competition line them muthafuckas up Oh lord I tell em' read about it Tell em' hang it up like Christmas stockings Gotta get it dat my only option Shit im im my bag like im grocery shopping My na's need keys to the city (What up loe) Plus I need the key to the Bentley We doubled up to run dem numbers up These na's slipping they complain to much You gotta spend it just to get cha some Sacrifice to get my dollas up Undertaker this the last ride Know I'm spitting like the chosen one I'm going way way way up I need my money out the brinks trucks I never lacking so wassup witcha I gotta focus get my buzz bigger Watch me work I do it for my city, gotta grind, gotta grind, gotta get it Thankful that I'm in position I'm destined to shine be a witness Tough as they come like a honda civic You I'm the shit so just gone admit it Just hope out the plane cuz the pilot witcha My only motive just to stack my riches One helluva night so don't fuck up my mood Do what I want fuck what you say Turn the fuck up on a Tuesday Be murdering shit like it's doomsday You fuck na's really don't move me I keep it moving Cool as a fan I'm so groovy Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it Gimmie the ball ima shoot it Chance after chance I won't lose it Mufuckin' smart like computers I'm back in my mood Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass I'm all on they ass I'm all on they ass You fuck na's really don't move me I keep it moving Cool as a fan I'm so groovy Back on my shit gone get stupid Know I'ma do it Gimmie the ball ima shoot it Chance after chance I won't lose it Mufuckin' smart like computers I'm back in my mood Back in my bag bitch I'm all on they ass I'm all on they ass I'm all on they ass