For lovin' me girl Just wanna thank you Look at what you can do, man I like this shit right here, man Come on, girl, come on, yeah Let's do it like this Santana's so focused on you Come holla at a boy that's focused on you Shorty, I ain't tryin' to give you the run around I'm just tryin' to come get you a run around Skip through a couple of towns Maybe skip through a couple of rounds If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down I'm sort of a long distance brother Long checks, long chips, long dick and rubbers Come roll with a pimp or gangsta Hustler by nature, trust that I'll take ya And you know what I'll show you the rules and parameters Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it On the block soon as the moon it be scramblin' And you can be my down ass Yeah baby, that's for sure, I'm a show you how to package raw How to snap it on, how to take trips with the package on How to go and come back with the package gone Just stacks of cash beyond And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls 'Cause Santana and Jones runnin' up the girls No game just fuck you girls Pollute the mind and corrupt the world Yeah, give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cakes Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Baggin' bitches, every party and high Yeah, please believe Jimmy Jizzie's the truth Every where I go to brezies I'm true Man they tell me that I over does it You need to slow up, you over thugging But the hoes slugging in the open public I smoke like fuck it, I just roll up puffing Now they roll up fucking Take two totes and love it Yeah yeah, plus my bitches swear, I'm like Richard Gere Put them in my Coupe moving fast switching gears Tell 'em to listen here, get it crystal clear Stay crispy to the fit in every kick I wear Yeah, she was feeling my gangstas Summer time in one's jeans and my tank top I'm on the scene with the dice like banks stock Get money man, yeah uh Baby girl, I'm a player with pass ball Moving fast, hundred grand on the black fall Please love, get your feet up off my dad's velour This is cash door, we gonna crash course And y'all nigaz betta cuff ya girls 'Cause Santana and Jones runnin' up the girls, yeah No game just fuck you girls Pollute the mind and corrupt the world Yeah, give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cakes Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Baggin' bitches every party and high, yeah © UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.; 50 CENT MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com