Naw you can't match yo drip with my drop
Nah you can't bring yo ass and sit in my spot
Heard from the grape you give a tip to the cops
Can't me be mad you ain't got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop shop
Been employed in the kitchen
Grab the bull by the horn na corrida de Toro
Take pics with the racks out not shooting a porno
Eyes shed ink
Now I'm keen on tatting the torso
I'm just
Living a dream
All the places I forego
Kept it tight like a corset
I push some pain in my portrait
Calculated my jumper
Statistics numbers like forex
All the trees forest
I blow my green like it's porridge
Got some heat In my head
And I got some steam in the storage
This how it's supposed to be
Can't let niggas get close to me
You do less to do the most to me
Turning up supposedly
Nope
I gave my comp faith and hope
And now they sights in my scope
I get a game and I cope
But I swear I'm the same without smoke
Naw you can't match yo drip with my drop
Nah you can't bring yo ass and sit in my spot
Heard from the grape you give a tip to the cops
Can't me be mad you ain't got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop shop
Been employed in the kitchen
They can't do what I do because I be doin it betta
They can't move how I move because I just move to the chedda
I get the bread in a loaf
And I got the whip that a show
You get it popping it's poppin the pistol cocked like a roach
I get the heater and cook em and now he burnt some toast
I aint got no problem with problems cause ain't no math ion know
I'm seeing positive countings
And adding digits and figures
I'm seeing bunches of bitches
That mean it's double the titties
I mean my brotha witness we passed a couple of -
We just gone keep it a secret
But now you know what I'm meaning
I got the flo of the cleanest
So now I'm moppin the scene
Cause I got drippity drip and I bet yo bitch a believe it
Naw you can't match yo drip with my drop
Nah you can't bring yo ass and sit in my spot
Heard from the grape you give a tip to the cops
Can't me be mad you ain't got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop shop
Been employed in the kitchen
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Naw you can't match yo drip with my drop
Nah you can't bring yo ass and sit in my spot
Heard from the grape you give a tip to the cops
Can't me be mad you ain't got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop shop
Been employed in the kitchen
Grab the bull by the horn na corrida de Toro
Take pics with the racks out not shooting a porno
Eyes shed ink
Now I'm keen on tatting the torso
I'm just
Living a dream
All the places I forego
Kept it tight like a corset
I push some pain in my portrait
Calculated my jumper
Statistics numbers like forex
All the trees forest
I blow my green like it's porridge
Got some heat In my head
And I got some steam in the storage
This how it's supposed to be
Can't let niggas get close to me
You do less to do the most to me
Turning up supposedly
Nope
I gave my comp faith and hope
And now they sights in my scope
I get a game and I cope
But I swear I'm the same without smoke
Naw you can't match yo drip with my drop
Nah you can't bring yo ass and sit in my spot
Heard from the grape you give a tip to the cops
Can't me be mad you ain't got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop shop
Been employed in the kitchen
They can't do what I do because I be doin it betta
They can't move how I move because I just move to the chedda
I get the bread in a loaf
And I got the whip that a show
You get it popping it's poppin the pistol cocked like a roach
I get the heater and cook em and now he burnt some toast
I aint got no problem with problems cause ain't no math ion know
I'm seeing positive countings
And adding digits and figures
I'm seeing bunches of bitches
That mean it's double the titties
I mean my brotha witness we passed a couple of -
We just gone keep it a secret
But now you know what I'm meaning
I got the flo of the cleanest
So now I'm moppin the scene
Cause I got drippity drip and I bet yo bitch a believe it
Naw you can't match yo drip with my drop
Nah you can't bring yo ass and sit in my spot
Heard from the grape you give a tip to the cops
Can't me be mad you ain't got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop shop
Been employed in the kitchen
Nah you can't bring yo ass and sit in my spot
Heard from the grape you give a tip to the cops
Can't me be mad you ain't got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop shop
Been employed in the kitchen
Grab the bull by the horn na corrida de Toro
Take pics with the racks out not shooting a porno
Eyes shed ink
Now I'm keen on tatting the torso
I'm just
Living a dream
All the places I forego
Kept it tight like a corset
I push some pain in my portrait
Calculated my jumper
Statistics numbers like forex
All the trees forest
I blow my green like it's porridge
Got some heat In my head
And I got some steam in the storage
This how it's supposed to be
Can't let niggas get close to me
You do less to do the most to me
Turning up supposedly
Nope
I gave my comp faith and hope
And now they sights in my scope
I get a game and I cope
But I swear I'm the same without smoke
Naw you can't match yo drip with my drop
Nah you can't bring yo ass and sit in my spot
Heard from the grape you give a tip to the cops
Can't me be mad you ain't got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop shop
Been employed in the kitchen
They can't do what I do because I be doin it betta
They can't move how I move because I just move to the chedda
I get the bread in a loaf
And I got the whip that a show
You get it popping it's poppin the pistol cocked like a roach
I get the heater and cook em and now he burnt some toast
I aint got no problem with problems cause ain't no math ion know
I'm seeing positive countings
And adding digits and figures
I'm seeing bunches of bitches
That mean it's double the titties
I mean my brotha witness we passed a couple of -
We just gone keep it a secret
But now you know what I'm meaning
I got the flo of the cleanest
So now I'm moppin the scene
Cause I got drippity drip and I bet yo bitch a believe it
Naw you can't match yo drip with my drop
Nah you can't bring yo ass and sit in my spot
Heard from the grape you give a tip to the cops
Can't me be mad you ain't got what I got
Got what I got
Shop where I shop
Post on my block
Straight coast on my clock
Got what I got
Get what I was given
One stop shop
Been employed in the kitchen
Writer: Allen Pointer, Randy Jackson
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