Two Step Song pt 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
I come through slidin' in a ice blue Jag, sunroof
Chain hang low, n*ggas really gettin' loot
Skin clear, driveway nice coupe
Real street player, all you n*gga jhi fluke
The hoes is out, dressed to impress
Shootin' my shot, you know it's nothing but net
Catch me workin' a route, step for the check
Droppin' the gems so you can show me respect
My game finesse and you can tell by the stats
Take a couple of hoes, take 'em straight to the rack
I'm one out of one, so ain't no jockin' a pimp
It's P Rice, nary n*gga droppin' sh*t likе this

[Hook]
My n*gga we step, two-step
Ain't too many rеal n*ggas left
We been gettin' money in the set
My n*ggas trying to eat, I'ma cook it like a chef
My n*gga we step, two-step
Ain't too many real n*ggas left
Keep your mind on your money
Your money in your safe
Keep your cane on the side with the b*tch in her place

[Verse 2: Premo Rice]
I'm right back, got honeys in a sundress
Struttin' down the block to the sunset
Outside, keep the .30 for the function
G-side n*ggas get to dumpin'
P's up for the n*ggas ridin' wood-grain
Coppin' old-schools, it's a hood thing
G's up for the n*ggas moving worldwide
P Rice gettin' chicken like it's stir-fry
[Hook]
My n*gga we step, two-step
Ain't too many real n*ggas left
We been gettin' money in the set
My n*ggas trying to eat, I'ma cook it like a chef
My n*gga we step, two-step
Ain't too many real n*ggas left
Keep your mind on your money
Your money in your safe

[Verse 3: Castle]
Say ho, don't you wanna play ho
This is for them roll b*tches shoppin' in Rodeo
I'ma hit her phone, not today though
Give 'em the upper hand and them hoes wanna play though
'Til a n*gga hit the pus*ycat with a K.O
Now she doing everything that a n*gga say so
Work a n*gga nerve sometimes, that's my bae though
Let her push the Chevy color mayo, or yayo
Put it on my momma, she the baddest in my stable
When I'm horny baby put it on me like a label
Told me sit back, just watch, f*ck cable
Beat the pus*y like you did me wrong then we blaze Dro
I'm Dora, I'm Diego
Smokin' on the Cali' and I'm plugged in the Bay ho
I create more opportunities, I'm blinded by your beauty
Can't save a ho, I'm just a player [?] and they choosin' em
We step, step
Ain't too many real n*ggas left
Everybody else the type that's trying to eat but
Don't nobody wanna be the motherf*ckin' chef
My n*gga we step, step
'Cause ain't too many real n*ggas left
Keep your mind on your money
Your money in your safe
Your pistol on your lap and your b*tches in they place
We step