Lyrics

I got blood on my hands, bleach can't even clean this off Diamond chain around my neck cost more than a brick of dog I don't care if it's my cousin, cross that line, you gotta die Won't respect no fuckin' leg shots, that ain't no homicide They told me get back in my bag, but I never got out of it I shoot this bitch, all neck, Peja Stojaković And I could lead you to the check, but I can't make you get it Quanny with no money, that's like the ocean with no fishes (uh) My bitch super bad, look like a bag of money Blew a check in the mall, I'm ballin' like the Raptors, dummy (uh, uh) I wake up, and I go get it, baby, 'cause I'm a real go getter You wake up, look inside the mirror, and you see a broke nigga You should be embarrassed Call your jeweler, you need a bigger chain (uh, uh, uh) Real certified chicken getter, that's how I got my name Niggas claimin' they gettin' money, I think they all the same (pussy) I'ma hang my jersey up and go straight to the Hall of Fame (uh, uh) Bad bitches ask for autographs when they see my face (uh, uh) Big body Benz, I can't even fit it inside the parking space You went broke, and you start pullin' stunts You just an action figure (what the fuck?) Ask about Sosa in them trenches, I went platinum, nigga And I got money buried underground just for a rainy day Million dollars in all jewelry, nigga, I'm one chain away Think you slick, but you ain't slick, you can't finesse a real finesser Bitch, my pockets bustin', they like the Nutty Professor (huh, whoo, huh) (Bitch, my pockets bustin', they like the Nutty Professor) I got blood on my hands, bleach can't even clean this off Diamond chain around my neck cost more than a brick of dog I don't care if it's my cousin, cross that line, you gotta die Won't respect no fuckin' leg shots, that ain't no homicide They told me get back in my bag, but I never got out of it I shoot this bitch, all neck, Peja Stojaković And I could lead you to the check, but I can't make you get it Quanny with no money, that's like the ocean with no fishes (uh) My bitch super bad, look like a bag of money Blew a check in the mall, I'm ballin' like the Raptors, dummy (uh, uh) I wake up, and I go get it, baby, 'cause I'm a real go getter You wake up, look inside the mirror, and you see a broke nigga And you should be embarrassed Call yo' jeweler, you need a bigger chain (uh, uh, uh) Real certified chicken getter, that's how I got my name Niggas claimin' they gettin' money, I think they all the same (pussy) I'ma hang my jersey up and go straight to the Hall of Fame (uh, uh) Bad bitches ask for autographs when they see my face (uh, uh) Big body Benz, I can't even fit it inside the parking space You went broke, and you start pullin' stunts You just an action figure (what the fuck?) Ask about Sosa in them trenches, I went platinum, nigga And I got money buried underground just for a rainy day Million dollars in all jewelry, nigga, I'm one chain away Think you slick, but you ain't slick, you can't finesse a real finesser Bitch, my pockets bustin', they like the Nutty Professor (huh, whoo, huh) (Bitch, my pockets bustin', they like the Nutty Professor)
Writer(s): Jaquan Borneo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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