P-p-p-p-punch line Queen, no boxer though Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?" Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a hoe Shoulda shoulda said I got 5 in a possible Don't go against Nicki, Impossible I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Testicle Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga Your lipstick stain Smells like a cheap hotel Diamond watches and a gold chain Can't make my frown turn around The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Bone it, own it, Yeah yeah Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah yeah You get high, fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight Ba-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes Watch the deuce Man I'm stingy with my kitty cat diddy Did you ever really love me Stevie? Rrrrrrr Pull up in the Rrrrrrr Wrist on Burrrrr Pussy on Purrrr Rrrrr I don't even brake when I'm backing up I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up I done pushed more sixes then a play date Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga Your bossed up swag Got 'em drooling like a new born babe The dollars in they eyes Got 'em blinded by a Masquerade The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Bone it, own it, yeah yeah Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah You get high, fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight I put you bitches on to them good lace fronts Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months And yes you're premature Young Money to the Core I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour Oh that's your new girl? That's that Mid Grade Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade Or the Razor Yeah, the Razor She my son, yeah But I ain't Raise her Loose me hater I get that Loose leaf paper Them V-Necks be studded out T-Rex be gutted out I told 'em Nicki be chilling them Imma keep hurting they feelings Because you'll never be Jordan You couldn't even be Pippen You couldn't even be tripping You can't afford a vacation I'm out in Haiti with Haitians I go to Asia with Asians You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom You get high, fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight The boys always spending all their money on love Uh huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie... Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com