Alba s touto skladbou:
T.R.U. Realigion,
Kevin Lyttle,
Yeah!
Ugh!
2 Chainz!
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got em'
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Get, 'em, got 'em!
Ok, now
The only way to come up is to stay down, A town
The world is my playground, yo girl wanna play round
Knock that p off, now yo girl wanna lay round!
Hair weave killa, mix it with a Trey hook
Get head while I'm readin call that shit facebook!
I do it for the paper like a prostitute
And hot pursuit, sometimes I feel I'm vodka proof.
Yeah, I got them chickens, nigga kaka-doodle-do!
I got the flu, I need lobster noodle soup!
I know you probably heard this 100 times
I got weight, I'm tryna lose 100 pounds!
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere,
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it, I got it!
If you don't know, this what swag is
So much swag, swag could be my ad lib
I do it for the real, so they rock with me
I'm in the drop, I should've brought the top with me!
I gotta go to court, I keep killin stages
Subpoena the promoter, cause he instigating
I started from the bottom of the destination
Now I'm headed to the top,
Call it elevation!
The only nigga in first class
Still got last night on my mustache
Hit em' with da louie belt and louie on my foot
Trigga hit em' with the hook!
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere,
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it!
Yeah, I got it!
Yeah nigga I got it
10 racks on me, I don't need no wallet
I'ma throw it all, don't need no pockets
Got my loose change, puttin hoes through college.
She just gave me brain, but I like to call it knowledge
Niggas think they dough, but I like to call 'em garbage!
He was talking tough said his pistol he gonna pop it
Why you mad at me cause yo bitch all up on my dick.
Hey, they want some show up?
Coco Loso pour up
Like I ate some bad pizza
And I'm about to throw some dough up!
Your tities did some grow ups
Hey tity boi you kno what?
Now you bout to blow up
Nigga you bout to blow up!
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere,
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it!
Yeah, I got it!
