You gotta know how to have fun when you gettin' these chicks man

Nah, I'ma put this on your camera, you need to

I'm 'bout to tell you right now, tell me what I need

Tity Boi, Tity Boi

You need to tell Cris, gon' let you go

Young Mula it out, we have fun over here, we just eatin'

We having fun, we ain't, we just doin' stuff, we don't even care about

We don't even care about

(Hey look at my shit)

Young Money, we care

(Reporting live here from College Park)

(Reporting live from Hollygrove)

(As you can see, College Park police are securing the premises)

(Hollygrove New Orleans has just been hit with terror)

(MI5 consider another route because as you can see there is a lot of police and a lot of yellow tape)

If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be

A lot of dudes in the game, including me

We was smoking that gas in '03

Was gon' sell a few bags to Lil' Fee

Couple years removed from HBs

Tatty lyrics from Jigga to Jay-Z

I went to Eastover before Katrina

Remember going to Magic riding in my Beamer

And this was way before FEMA, and you was rappin' and singin'

And I was slanging the Ps and smoking **** like Newport

Comin up off of Too Short, my underwear was my hoop shorts

And then I went on tour and recorded songs on your tour bus

And that was '08

That's the first time I met Drake

When I hit your cup with that drank

Had a **** stomach like, wait

Wait wait, wait

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You relocated to M-I-A

You told me, "Shawty this where I stay"

I came down to pay a visit

You told me Zoe Pound and them was trippin'

And you, you wasn't dippin'

Had the M-16 and with the extra clip, ready to act ignorant

Ridin' off in the Phantom and Mr. G he was driving

Pumpin' that Playaz Circle, you told me that we was riding

I told you that I was rappin', told you I wasn't writing

You said Luda was foolish because he wasn't excited

That was way before Tyga, I saw Nicki with Gucci

You said, "You can make a million rappin' 'bout some pussy

I did, T, Fuke, Marley Marl, shining like Armor Oil

You can ask Mack, I was YM 'fore all of y'all

Stunna said I reminded him of Johnny

In this world you either selling or you buying

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You tatted your face and changed the culture

You screamed soo-woo and them gangstas loved it

You bought a Bugatti so you can flex

And most of the bad bitches your ex

Ride 'til the wheels fall off and they got wobbly

Duffle Bag video, we shot that bitch on Godby

You was holding a sty-ry, I had more gold than a pirate

They said it ain't about stylin', what they tryna kick knowledge?

Duffle Bag Boys, yeah I can't forget Dolla

And going to get the money is some words that I follow

I swallowed my pride, smoking endo outside

Straight from ColleGrove, I'm reporting live

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I appreciate ya bro

Yeah, God put us here for a reason, yeah

We all got a purpose

Find your purpose

And make it your passion

You gotta follow that

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