I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang but to do it
Got a vest on, got a gun that could really do it
You niggas is playin wid real niggas money
Get funny, one day you is the plug
Next day you're in the dumpster
Couldn't keep it one hundred
You're thirty-two percent
The police got you on a leash nigga you a bitch

[Chorus: x2]
Give yo' ass that body work nigga we spraying
Ride wit three K's and I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing
It's eat time, me and my niggas buffeting

You don't know about this life nigga
Earnin' all of these stripes nigga
Kilograms, Peter Pans, Pack holders on bikes nigga
Throwin bitches on flights nigga
They ain't know that they dykes nigga
'Til the money's out and the bottles pouring
They're in the mix that they like nigga
Rose gold on my wrist
This Rolex like devil piss
This Daytona illuminate
Y'all think I'm talking that devil shit
It's fifty racks no bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, it's rebel shit
Its more guns, its more bodies
We call shots they nobody
They fuck niggas they owe prolly
Who's fuckin wit me nobody
When the guns drawn they're so sorry
Sprayin' niggas now the Lord got em
Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk
Fuck wit my money and I'll hit you that body work

[Chorus: x2]

Bad bitches on deck nigga
Money power respect nigga
Cop, cook, collect nigga
You was never no threat nigga
Everybody be rap dissin
I catch niggas I check niggas
These goons wit me don't spit no verse
Just limo service they stretch niggas
Black 'maro two S nigga
Couple birds on my neck nigga
Every time them hoes see me
Like Meek Milly you a mess nigga
Two gats no vest nigga
Strapped up like I'm a cowboy
Stand tall like that Yao boy
I got a bad bitch she five four
This gold Roley thats on my wrist
Leprechaun prolly die for
Young boys thats on my strip
Will kill anything I say ride on
Tell them niggas call us if they're out of work
'Cause we lifting weights but we don't do no body work

[Chorus: x2]

Shout my lawyer all the crazy shit I ever did
Know we love that KK sound
You know we not backin down
Hundred drum like hold that doe
Diamonds flash like Kodak, though
Straight cash nigga fuck that loan
Seven digits on that phone
Money so long smoke a whole zone
Getting blood money tryna put my 'cuz on
Bitch I'm on fire, got my jaw wired
Sex, Money, Murder Petey Rollack (Soundview waddap)
Body work, chopper work like a techno song
Twenty thou' a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home (wavy)
Money fast, diamonds flash like high beams
Make it rain in this bitch Hurricane Irene

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : THORNTON, TERRENCE / HOUSTON, JORDAN / WILLIAMS, ROBERT / LAMARRE, RICARDO / KAAHRBOUSCH, KARIM
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC