Got That Fire lyrics

[Intro: 22nd Jim]
Hahahaha
Ey
Hold up
Let me ask you something, b*tch

[Verse 1: 22nd Jim]
You need a n*gga that stays fly
Always got money
Pockets stay swole with them big blue hundreds
A n*gga that don't give a f*ck about yo baby daddy
A n*gga that a drop off like a [?] tell you stash it
A n*gga that don't mind keeping you flossin' in the latest
[?] in that pus*y
Baby sware that I'm the greatest
A n*gga that's gon keep his [?] sharper than a blade
Swich a n*gga that's gon make more than a doctor on the lateshift
You ain't gon see me for about 3 or 4 nights
'Cause i'm probably in the hood shooting hundreds on the dice
So i'm probably [?] eating hundred dollar rice
Young n*gga 'bout a bag, and a n*gga playing right
Drop a four in the [?], that's 300 in the sprite
You might think that sh*t is something, but to me i call it light
n*ggas know i got it on me, and expecting me to fight
Only fighting you gon do is for your motherf*cking life
[?] n*ggas snitching on they Mans, that's a [?]
Got these b*tches lined up like it's Soul Train
I'm diored down to the floor, [?] i'm in a spaceship
Drop a hundred on you n*ggas, and i lane switch
P-LO the beat, and they basic
Bad b*tch, i keep her waiting like she basic
I'm just warming up, n*gga, hahahahah
Look at this [?], n*gga
[Verse 2: ALLBLACK]
Name one n*gga out here, really deep off in these streets
[?] real deman on these beats
Based on [?] MTV
I [?] leave the condom on the sheets
A n*gga with tats on his face, and stomach and arms
[?] the size of a kangaroo arm
Bank account with 6 digets, got health insurance
Brought the selfie stick out, just for this porn star performing
Thank you [?] for the drip you sent
Thank you Nike for them [?]
Shout out [?] on New Years night
I was on Southbeach knocking out hoes, like a saucey ass dyke
[?] too, I ain't putting guns down to fight
I go east coast on n*ggas, slap your face with a knife
I got some demans fresh out the pen who really need it
[?] flex around me, I set the play up and complete it