Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long

She said, when I be in the club Posted with my thugs, that I be so elegant She can't get enough I'm looking at your body, yeah and I can't get enough Just know, it ain't fuckin' love I'm getting to the money and the money come alive She can't get enough

Uh, ooh, open it up Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk Uh, ooh, shells in the pump Woo, woo woo Coupe with the wings (brr) Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings) Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah) Shit do

Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be

It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled I don't want the truth I wanna feel fucking cool Once in a while but between me and you Lip service radio, don't touch the dial Man, I love this rap

I will never lose I will never lose, I will never lose I give a fuck what you feel like (you feel) I'm real, that's some real life (oh my) Flood the Rollie, tryna kill time (kill) Close your eyes and I will still shine (shine) My bitch tryna play me, she

Nothin' feels better than this Nothin' feels better Nothin' feels better, no, no This is what you like, I admit Take it back, bring it side to side (Nothing, baby) (Nothing feels better) (I'm not really drunk, I never get that fucked up)

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up Go to DR, get that fat transfer It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome Full blown, run rich, Brinx

Two pills and a half, wait nigga, fuck that Eight doobies to the face Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa You can have all my shine I'll give you the light Fuck that, eight doobies to the face Fuck that. twelve bottles in the case nigga, fuck that

It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coasts with toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down Next time