Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey, hey bro (sir) Nigga, I've just found the safe (what?) Nigga, come help me move this morherfucker (huh, just right) Uh, drop the location My boy say he know fasho, it's a safe in it (ching, ching) Once we get it, we gon' split it (cash) Straight to the dealer straight to the dealership (zoom) Big ballin' with my homies Big Benz and a big face Rollie (bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling) We fuckin' up the streets In the strip joint fuckin' with some freaks (what's hannin'?) Spinned a couple times around the block it look good Let's go in, hit this quick jog Me and my niggas in the streets we be flip-floppin' My boy just went OT, he be zip-lockin' (okay) Big money, big cash, everything I ever wanted I don't see no components, I just seize the moment Gotta watch my ass though 'Cause, these niggas out here hotter than Tabasco (they snitchin') They'll set you up for a couple dollars You was just on the streets now you headed back to college (the pen) The big house, but fuck that, I'd rather be in my Benz Headed to the pent house (lookin' over the city) Uh, drop the location My boy say he know fasho, it's a safe in it (ching ching) Once we get it we gon' split it (cash) Straight to the dealer straight to the dealership (zoom) Big ballin' with my homies Big Benz and a big face Rollie (bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling) We fuckin' up the streets In the strip joint fuckin' with some freaks (what's hannin'?) Uh, yeah, baby shake that ass (shake that ass) Fuck what a hater say gon' make that cash (get that money) Uh, yeah, we live the fast life You need people like me baby, I'm the bad guy (it's G) Tinted up Forgiato, rimmed up Jumpin' out in all blue, bitch I'm cripped up (come with me) Rubber bands money clips ain't big enough If you really wanna win come get with us (it's the click) Inner prize, yeah inner prize click Inner prize that, inner prize this, bitch we can't miss (never) In a level up fit, with a long stick Jumpin' out shoppin' parkin' lot full of big whips (hunnid thousand) Uh, drop the location My boy say he know fasho, it's a safe in it (ching ching) Once we get it, we gon' split it (cash) Straight to the dealer straight to the dealership (zoom) Big ballin' with my homies Big Benz and a big face Rollie (bling, bling, bling bling, bling, bling) We fuckin' up the streets In the strip joint fuckin' with some freaks (what's hannin'?) Man, you spent all your money already? (Hm, nigga, no I did) Man, you're stupid (fuck you) I spent all mine too (ha-ha-ha) We gotta go hit again That's fasho Drop the location
Writer(s): Jeremy Issac Nash, Regis Dupri Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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