Hey Ladies

Here we go now, yea
C'mon, yea, check it

I said my solo jump off, been booming since nine-six
My solo jump off, been booming since nine-six
Hitting tripping the circuit breaker, flicking the light switch
The kid like is he known for giving you wild hits
I keep my name on the way on top of the now list
Banging on every level, dropping the now shit
It's like the feeling after watching a couple of flick
And once you hear the kid, you'll be knowing the sound sick
Spaz in the club, watching the crowd flip
That's when I knew the crown was up for whoever the crown fit
Nowadays while I go bag me a fine bitch
Bitch watching my pocket, seeing we wild rich
Shorty hoping we smelling nothing like foul fish
While you swinging ass at the devil, claiming you righteous
A lot of haters I'm knowing you like this
While you floss unnecessarily, sipping on wild Crist'

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I say ladies, my Mercedes
Hold fo' in the back, two if you fat
Feel it all in your gut, your neck and your back
When you step up in the club I know you know how to act
Hey soldiers, get your floss on
Va-let in the lot, park the Yukon
Shorty shaking her waist, and ripping her thong
Now all my people are mugging and singing the song, I'm saying
Shit still booming in two-thousand and three
My shit still booming in two-thousand and three
And we don't give a fuck about who you claiming to be
My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see
These fools try to talk just a little much to a G
They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
Taking different constant boats, from the land to the sea
I got my paper see, I ain't doing nothing for free
Unless it's for the hood, it might cost you a small fee
Niggaz all in the street, while I'm whipping the V
Clever from New York to Chicago back to the D
Check it, take it back like when I was flipping a key
Boning chicks, holding titties like they was Pamela Lee
You know I mastered the art and got it down to a tee
And keep it going add enough spice, we holding the recipe
Big paper we making, all of my crew agree
Stack more and bust up a bottle of Hennessy
In case you niggas ain't even knowing my pedigree
Invested in resorts for the niggas who go and ski
If you ain't know the streets is belonging to me
I get my people from the hood and then take 'em all on a shopping spree
While you niggas is busy copping the pleas
We busy blowing fronting like you ain't knowing my stee'

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Yea, snap yo' fingers, c'mon

Here we go now, yea
C'mon