I Can't Help It (feat. Rocko)

You know me, I'm pimpin' out all of that

Hit your broad with a chick and then call her back

Relax, lil' cat, let the big dog attack

Thought it was over for me, homie, did you fall for that?

U-turn, big arrest, no cardiac

Get your hand out of my pocket, what with all of that?

Tell the sheriff he can get these petty charges back

A little much, still gotta thank God for that

Regardless, big bank, can't fold it up

Ain't another rap flow who is colder, bro

Quarter mil for the show, really though, what's up?

Louis duffel bag say load it up

Get into the hotel, better know what's up

And leave the suckers out there but she can go with us

We ain't never had a problem girls to cut

Quick kiss, lick, lick, 'fore the show is up

I let this this get all over her

Another thick chick kissin' all over her

Bust the thing wide open, can't close it up

Make it bounce that quick, when you found that chick

She was laid on the ground, panty down, six chicks

With a trap bag of money, tryna count that shit

Never will find me around that chick

'Less she got them lips wrapped around that, that, that

Other cat wanna make love, what's that?

I bing, bang, pow, beat down that, that, that

Sick with it, like E-40 them

Little every broad, dawg, that you saw with him

It's K-I-N-G, aka, Big Bank, aka Shaw the Pimp

Ay, aka, Shaw the Pimp

Big Bank, aka, Shaw the Pimp

I get money, I can't help it

You can't stop it, you gotta accept it

You can't knock it, you gotta respect it

This is who I am, ****, I can't help it

I can't help it (In the ghetto in a drop Rolls Royce)

(They say keep it one hundred, I ain't got no choice)

I can't help it (Yeah, her all way big tank, I'm so trill and you ain't)

(Cut it down, ****, I can't)

I can't help it (Ay, see how I do it? I'm so hood)

(Cut it off, go Hollywood, ****, I would if I could)

I can't help it (Ay, the city wouldn't be sh** without me)

(Fifteen million dollar houses, still can't get that trap up out me)

I can't help it

I'm a hustler all the way down to the bone

Terrorist, every day rhyme with that bomb

Stayed on the day from the night to the morn

I ain't gonna serve ya nothing under a song

No, no favors, don't ask for no loan

Shop with your dawgs then tryna get on

Come in my spot, don't be callin' my phone

You ain't tryna stop, leave me alone

Grindin' for days, I haven't been home

Don't plan on goin' on till it's all gone

Bailey's strong, or whatever you want

Gotta get right, well, **** if it's wrong

Shots of Patron, whole lotta strong

800's on, but you know what I'm on

Your **** wanna ****, just know that I'm on

On, mother******, I just want some dome

Feel me, ****, I got that tone

Need no help, I can handle my own

I tear on your squad, but I ain't from the Bronx

One in the back, still carry that drum

Said, no, I don't play the radio home

No, radio play every song that I'm on

Case you ain't know, I'm Rocko the don

Some folk Hamilton are low on fun

Gucci, my hat, Gucci, my drawers

She's on my ass cheek, cover my balls

Gucci, my pant, Gucci, my shirt

Gucci bookbag where I keep all that twerk

Gucci bandana on top of my shirt

Gucci boots on, gotta travel in the dirt

She's around me everywhere I go

G code, G code, that's all I know

I get money, I can't help it

You can't stop it, you gotta accept it

You can't knock it, you gotta respect it

This is who I am, ****, I can't help it

I can't help it (In the ghetto in a drop Rolls Royce)

(They say keep it one hundred, I ain't got no choice)

I can't help it (Yeah, her all way big tank, I'm so trill and you ain't)

(Cut it down, ****, I can't)

I can't help it (Ay, see how I do it? I'm so hood)

(Cut it off, go Hollywood, ****, I would if I could)

I can't help it (Ay, the city wouldn't be sh** without me)

(Fifteen million dollar houses, still can't get that trap up out me)

I can't help it