Ali Bomaye feat. 2 Chainz,Rick Ross

歌詞

Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom Or is it cause my windows tinted Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it You mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break Well, I'm a fuck her 'til the springs break Yeah Roll another one cause I'm winnin And my four door looking real photogenic Jam 'em on the tire, in threads that won't expire I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising Versace outfit cost me 3, 000 From the P houses, did it from the weak hours Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour First you get the power, then you get respect I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it I like clubs where all the women working naked Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky Uhn, that's pimpin' that's slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent Fuck y'all mad at me for Got a black car, and a black phantom With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true) Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case Fuck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it Her belt got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners Got [?], bitch [?] Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12 Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no [?] But they yellin'... Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things I dream big, I think sharp Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac Extendos in the back, gonna lap [?] Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax Speaking skateboards, where Tune at? Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back 2 Chainz! Skateboard on a nigga track No lie, No Lie already got a plaque Mama got a house, daughter got accounts Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work Go to work the work at your residence... ... For presidents Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent Riding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephant That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!) You know I got that work on the foreman grill Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill' Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray