Glowed up, grew up, damn dog, you killin' shit (thank you, thank you)
I know your mama proud, don't forget why your doin' this (don't forget)
I respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr)
And if the feds question you, tell them boys I'm not involved
Cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that's a chain reaction
Big booty, pussy bred, bad boujee bitch, another distraction
Bring that ass my way
Come on mama break it down (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)
Yeah, I told the hoe I want her bad
Michael cop her back
'Cause I know she like that shit
I told her, we could do it in the back
Bend it over poppin' tags
Send her back home in the cab
I'm Billy Jean Jackson bad
I moonwalk on tracks like this
I'm James Brown, Soul Train, 1973 on tracks like this
I rarely get a track like this
Can I get a amen? Yeah
I'm the great grandson of soul
I'ma big black pot of gold
I know myself, I'm worth more than you know, oh
(Switch it up, switch it up)
I can get used to this (used to this)
I do what I want, don't live by the rules
I live like a fugitive (a fugitive)
Except for the minor traffic violations
When Polo was becoming cool again
I was a hooligan (hooligan)
Way, way, way, way back
When I thought I should go to school again, hm
I don't live life with regrets (nah)
I pray for those who pay me no mind
Now pay me in checks, hm
I just threw that to my lawyer, to lay up with that, hm
In my circle we keep it one hunnid
You gotta be straight with that
Yeah, yuh, homie I know I done
Glowed up, grew up, damn dog, you killin' shit (thank you, thank you)
I know your mama proud, don't forget why your doin' this (don't forget)
I respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr)
And if the feds question you, tell them boys I'm not involved
Cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that's a chain reaction
Big booty, pussy bred, bad boujee bitch, another distraction
Bring that ass my way
Come on mama break it down (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)
Today I woke up with a purpose
I pray for a perfect day and my old lady in the kitchen
Whippin' up the breakfast, I ate it up like a runnaway slave
'Cause I got some places to be
And focused on I'm making that bread, 'cause I gotta eat
Never woulda let a broke nigga or a woman
Come between the money and me, understand what I mean
I'm deep in the cut like a 12 inch blade
I keep one on my side just to keep things safe
Who knows if I'ma live to see tomorrow?
Father, I give you a lot of praise
The way I'm moving got me feeling like everyday these days is a holiday
I could spot a blessing a mile away
I don't give these devils the time of day
When my new shit drop
I swear you smell the boy from like far, far, far away
I throw a little stank on it (ooh)
Then I pour a little drank on it (ahh)
It's a brand new recipe how I mix it up
I mean these days I gotta switch it up
They like: Yeah, yeah, homie I know you done
Glowed up, grew up, damn dog, you killin' shit (thank you, thank you)
I know your mama proud, don't forget why your doin' this (don't forget)
I respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr)
And if the feds question you, tell them boys I'm not involved
Cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that's a chain reaction
Big booty, pussy bred, bad boujee bitch, another distraction
Bring that ass my way
Come on mama break it down (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)

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