You got a problem
With the way I'm doin' my thang?
I lets my nuts hang
Then put these niggas the flash to go insane
Oh, that be me
Let's kick it
Just don't pull your check late
We ride up on you and catch you slippin'
Checkmate!
Lie down and best watch out
Every thang nowadays you can't trust
Now one of these niggas
They coulda been paid to put a head out on us
You understanding' me like I say
Keep it in the family, man
You can't miss
Eliminate them haters and you mix
F*ck tha world
Bitch!
Silkk:
Be and watch your money
Nigga all about your scratch
Everyday I gotta plot and
Make it 'til I'm on top
To make my dollars and stats
On the real
We big time f*ckin' ballers
Niggas, shot callers
Lay in 'em drop tops
Gold thangs and M-40's
Well you gotta have
Big paper, nigga
Just to f*ckin' kick it
Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga
This motherf*cker get wicked
See, a multi pet nigga
But I be TRU to this shit
First of all, about my money
F*ck a bitch
I'm tryin' to get rich!
Chorus:
Celly Cel:
Crept from the bottom
Man, I struggled all my motherf*cking life
Use to have a razor blade
Sliced through solid, eh, one
Why not?
The only way to get some scrilla
If you knockin,' then f*ck what you talkin'
Broke ass nigga
Owe everything in the hood owe thangs
If you walkin'
You the same type of niggas
That hate on everything a playa do
Always talkin' about
I woulda done this
I woulda done that
F*ck you!
Wark ass nigga don't wanna see
They don't get nothing'
Don't wanna give me no props
Smile on your face
When you post-up
Stab you in the back
When you need a bluff
Silkk:
Well, f*ck 'em!
'Cuz, see, we be all about our payday
From South to the West
Bitch, we connect, bitch
We wreck this like an AK
I get bang like some hoes
I get hang like some clothes
When I get done I'ma slap you
Like some motherf*cking dough
But if only you blow
Nigga, red like some rose
I hope your whole click pick you the bitch
You like some motherf*cking F O
I'm all about my paper, nigga
I'm rowdy, bitch
I'm 'bout getting paid
So, I'm bout getting rich
Chorus
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You got a problem
With the way I'm doin' my thang?
I lets my nuts hang
Then put these niggas the flash to go insane
Oh, that be me
Let's kick it
Just don't pull your check late
We ride up on you and catch you slippin'
Checkmate!
Lie down and best watch out
Every thang nowadays you can't trust
Now one of these niggas
They coulda been paid to put a head out on us
You understanding' me like I say
Keep it in the family, man
You can't miss
Eliminate them haters and you mix
F*ck tha world
Bitch!
Silkk:
Be and watch your money
Nigga all about your scratch
Everyday I gotta plot and
Make it 'til I'm on top
To make my dollars and stats
On the real
We big time f*ckin' ballers
Niggas, shot callers
Lay in 'em drop tops
Gold thangs and M-40's
Well you gotta have
Big paper, nigga
Just to f*ckin' kick it
Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga
This motherf*cker get wicked
See, a multi pet nigga
But I be TRU to this shit
First of all, about my money
F*ck a bitch
I'm tryin' to get rich!
Chorus:
Celly Cel:
Crept from the bottom
Man, I struggled all my motherf*cking life
Use to have a razor blade
Sliced through solid, eh, one
Why not?
The only way to get some scrilla
If you knockin,' then f*ck what you talkin'
Broke ass nigga
Owe everything in the hood owe thangs
If you walkin'
You the same type of niggas
That hate on everything a playa do
Always talkin' about
I woulda done this
I woulda done that
F*ck you!
Wark ass nigga don't wanna see
They don't get nothing'
Don't wanna give me no props
Smile on your face
When you post-up
Stab you in the back
When you need a bluff
Silkk:
Well, f*ck 'em!
'Cuz, see, we be all about our payday
From South to the West
Bitch, we connect, bitch
We wreck this like an AK
I get bang like some hoes
I get hang like some clothes
When I get done I'ma slap you
Like some motherf*cking dough
But if only you blow
Nigga, red like some rose
I hope your whole click pick you the bitch
You like some motherf*cking F O
I'm all about my paper, nigga
I'm rowdy, bitch
I'm 'bout getting paid
So, I'm bout getting rich
Chorus
With the way I'm doin' my thang?
I lets my nuts hang
Then put these niggas the flash to go insane
Oh, that be me
Let's kick it
Just don't pull your check late
We ride up on you and catch you slippin'
Checkmate!
Lie down and best watch out
Every thang nowadays you can't trust
Now one of these niggas
They coulda been paid to put a head out on us
You understanding' me like I say
Keep it in the family, man
You can't miss
Eliminate them haters and you mix
F*ck tha world
Bitch!
Silkk:
Be and watch your money
Nigga all about your scratch
Everyday I gotta plot and
Make it 'til I'm on top
To make my dollars and stats
On the real
We big time f*ckin' ballers
Niggas, shot callers
Lay in 'em drop tops
Gold thangs and M-40's
Well you gotta have
Big paper, nigga
Just to f*ckin' kick it
Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga
This motherf*cker get wicked
See, a multi pet nigga
But I be TRU to this shit
First of all, about my money
F*ck a bitch
I'm tryin' to get rich!
Chorus:
Celly Cel:
Crept from the bottom
Man, I struggled all my motherf*cking life
Use to have a razor blade
Sliced through solid, eh, one
Why not?
The only way to get some scrilla
If you knockin,' then f*ck what you talkin'
Broke ass nigga
Owe everything in the hood owe thangs
If you walkin'
You the same type of niggas
That hate on everything a playa do
Always talkin' about
I woulda done this
I woulda done that
F*ck you!
Wark ass nigga don't wanna see
They don't get nothing'
Don't wanna give me no props
Smile on your face
When you post-up
Stab you in the back
When you need a bluff
Silkk:
Well, f*ck 'em!
'Cuz, see, we be all about our payday
From South to the West
Bitch, we connect, bitch
We wreck this like an AK
I get bang like some hoes
I get hang like some clothes
When I get done I'ma slap you
Like some motherf*cking dough
But if only you blow
Nigga, red like some rose
I hope your whole click pick you the bitch
You like some motherf*cking F O
I'm all about my paper, nigga
I'm rowdy, bitch
I'm 'bout getting paid
So, I'm bout getting rich
Chorus
Writer: KENNETH D. FRANKLIN, MARCELES MCCARVER, ROBERT LEE GREEN JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group