They Still Like Me

Okay, okay, okay, mhm, mm, mhm That's what I'm talking 'bout, man, I killed that shit man Man, that right there, it's easy, man you know what I mean? Give me something else, man, Drama, I'm on fire, man, rock Watch this, man! Let's do this for Hollygrove Can't forget Magnolia Projects Shout to the N.O.! (Dramatic, nigga!) DJ Drama! Weezy F. Baby, Dedication 2, let's go (Dramatic) Weezy, motherfucker, what it do? Holla at me All them niggas tryna hate me, and them bitches tryna have me, I'm a Money man, yep, I get it from my daddy, hoe And boy, we can beef like Magnolia and Calliope Hollygrove my barrio, let that automatic go Test me when I'm chilling, and I kill you from my patio Bitch, my shadow look good, I'm just feeling Weezy Hop in my shit and say goodbye 'cause the ceiling's leaving (Gangsta) Believe me, they ain't tryna see me Tell 'em I be the nigga with the burner in the beanie, I'm The fireman, she just call me when she steamin' I wet her up, and put her out, and leave the bitch dreaming Niggas say they hot, but it's really not seeming If these guys bad, then I gotta be a demon Wayne's getting money like Damon and Keenan Try take it from me, and I'm aiming and beaming Banging and leaving stains on the cement Slide the crackers something, so they tame the policemen Left in a Porsche, came in a carnation I'm fresh, yeah, the Gucci sweats came with the creases I'm hot, but I'm cold, I just change with the seasons Tryna put some cheese on my pieces If you looking for your nigga, I be where the water gets deeper Hugging on that money, tryna put it in a sleeper Yeah, I'm here, who the fuck wanna say something? Leave your whole head empty like a straight pumpkin Make no assumptions, I'm hustling Your girlfriend guzzling when you thought she wasn't Name still buzzing even when I'm doing nothing But I'm never doing nothing, 'cause I'm always getting money It's that simple, jackass, if you don't get it, you're a dummy And them niggas that diss me ain't nothing but pure pussy Sure, honey, I done heard what you said But if a nigga really cared, you'd already be dead Just a young-ass nigga with some old-ass bread Yes, I keep them dollars running like them bitches got legs And my nigga Tez Po been riding with me since pegs And my right wrist is lookaying like a cracked-open egg, that's White and yellow diamonds, adjust your lighting I got 'em so mad, but, "Oh, I think they like me" (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)