Shoot 'em down (bow) with a .50 round (you dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy) Run the town (what?) ballin' hard, you outta bounds (you dig? Swish, ayy) So much money, damn it, I forgot to count (cash, cash, cash, you dig? Hoo) Ayy, look at my bank account (you

Boom, boom, boom, boom I'm gonna shoot you right down Knock you off of your feet And take you home with me Put you in my house Ow ow ow ow ow Hmm hmm hmm Hmm hmm hmm hmm

You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium Fire away, fire away You shoot me down but I won't fall I'm talking loud not saying much I'm bulletproof nothing to lose Ricochet, you take your aim I am titanium You shout it out But I can't hear a word

They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong

When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Told yourself a million times, you

It's a summer paradise, crusin' with the boys and girls. Surfin' day and night, everybody shootin' the curl. Hang five, keep it alive, and lemme jump down low on the toes of the nose. Hang ten, hot-doggin' again, let's go! Are you ready? Ready-freddy?

I and I in the sky You make me feel like I can fly So high, elevation A mole, digging in a hole Going down, excavation High, higher than the sun You shoot me from a gun I need you to elevate me here

But when you’re bad And you’re lookin’ at me just like that Reach up and you take my hat and you turn it around Steal my drink and you shoot it on down When you’re wild, child, flashin’ that come here smile Spinnin’ in your little red dress Show a little

With those Angry Eyes with those Angry Eyes Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me Time, time and again I see you staring down at me Now, then and again I wonder what it is that you see You want to

Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring