Beef On lyrics

[Intro]
Hah, hah, hah
Hmm (Baby, give me some cash)
Alright, come on, hmm

[Verse 1]
I'm Rick Owen'd down, I ain't wear Diors in a while (At all)
I be in LA, eatin' with a bad b*tch at TAO
Boy, I play with M's, I can't talk about no hundred thou' (On God)
My hands play with white, I ain't talkin' 'bout no f*ckin' cow
My parents raised a boss, every time they see me, they just smile (They smile)
f*ck around and drop my chain, it look like Fiji on the ground (Fiji on the ground)
Been too busy stackin' pape' up, you ain't seen me in a while (You ain't seen me)
My b*tch know that I'm a dog, but she ain't trippin', she a dog (She a f*ckin' dog)
Huh, oh, that's dog? Hunt him down
Fah, fah, he hit the ground, we ain't even use the hundred-round
Lawyer beat thе case so fast, it wasn't no need to go to trial (No cap)
Why you throwin' the sevеn up? I never seent you on the Mile
Saw you sneak dissin', the last place they seent you was the ground
f*ck around and post your b*tch 'cause we be creepin' all the time, n*gga (Hahaha)

[Chorus]
Yeah, beef on, beef on, beef on
Beef on, beef on, beef on, the beef on, hmm (The beef on, n*gga)

[Verse 2]
They don't be outside when the beef on (Where them n*ggas at?)
Twenty cars, all black, it look like Meech home (Free Big Meech)
You a di*k sucker, type of b*tch that I'll cheat on
My brothers havin' motion, I am not the type to leech on (Give a f*ck, n*gga)
Hmm, ah, it's another one (It's another one)
Hmm, I just bought two F&Ns, I gave my brother one (I gave my brother one)
I f*ck up every season, you just tryna f*ck the summer up
I cannot be f*cked with, just to sum it up (Can't be f*cked with)
Right now, I got three main hoes, sh*t, I juggle 'em (Juggle 'em)
If a b*tch f*ck with a n*gga like you, I can't be touchin' her
I got a b*tch sittin' on her face, she tryna smother her
I know that lil' boy hatin', but his b*tch, I'm thumpin' her (On my mama)
How you claim you paid and you ain't got no lawyer money? (What the f*ck?)
I'll die for my respect 'cause it's worth more than money (My honor)
I'ma hit you from the back, can you record it for me? (Can you record it?)
I got it piled up in the crib, I got hoarder money (I got hoarder money)
White b*tch, she get high like Whitney Houston, she gon' snort it for me
'Bout to put this sh*t in Bitcoin, I'm damn near bored with money (Damn near bored with money)
[Chorus]
Huh, beef on, beef on, beef on
Beef on, beef on, beef on, the beef on