Aubrey Graham lyrics

[Intro]
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
(The Circle)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
f*ck a love song, I'm stickin' to this ghetto sh*t
All these chains on my neck, I look like a gold medalist
I ain't never goin' back broke, n*gga, I'm forever rich
Baby say she love me, I ain't never even met the b*tch (Ayy)
Hah, count the pape' up with my hands
I don't need a money counter, just pass me some rubber bands
I be hittin' n*ggas' hoes every time I get a chance
n*ggas be livin' on the 'Gram, just a bunch of Peter Pans
Fah-fah, hit him, fah-fah, hit his mans
I ain't doin' no more favors, n*ggas gotta hit my hand
Brought the heater to they block, I'm 'bout to give they ass a tan
He don't wanna shoot, he rubbin' his hands together like he prayin'
n*ggas never beef about the money, always 'bout a b*tch
Every day I play high fashion, b*tches think I'm Roddy Ricch
n*ggas always playin', try to catch his ass, shot his b*tch
All we heard was, "Ahh," when that .308 hit her
Crackhead-ass n*ggas takin' drugs for no reason
c*ck my strap, chk-chk, I'm 'bout to bring his ass some pain
Never had sh*t, I still slide on n*ggas in my chains (Skrrt)
Hop out the whip, up my banger, let it bang
Smoke a n*gga, gun smoke him, bro was smokin' mary jane
Slid him on him with the Drac', n*gga, nothin' was the same, huh
[Verse 2: Kdoe]
If it's beef, you know we slidin', I ain't got sh*t to say
Whip a n*gga ass and throw a party like we Kid 'n Play (b*tch)
b*tch, we comin' back-to-back like bullets when they ricochet
Told Skilla pass the rock, he hit me with the lookaway
Been f*ckin' hoes all week, I think my di*k need a break
That pus*y crazy, be feelin' like I jumped in a lake
I gotta get to that bag, but, b*tch, I'm dyin' to stay
Knock the coins out that pus*y, plus I nutted on her face
Pour some 'Tron shots straight, only thing I chase is pape'
Forgiatos sittin' up, I'm goin' fast, get out the way
n*ggas captain save a ho, sucker strugglin', get a cape
All I think is cash money, don't get hit with this Drac'
Pop a bean, get to killin' sh*t like Megatron
Slide with my white b*tch, I call her Celine Dion
I been on point around this b*tch like a brand new box of crayons
Broke-ass n*ggas, y'all finished, y'all some peons
Slide down the block and sh*t on n*ggas like I'm Bron
I been winnin', my uncle gettin' the scripts straight out the pharm'
Gettin' bored with this sh*t, you can see it when I yawn
Got like sixty on my wrist, they wanna cut off my arm
Keep a check like this chess, but this far from a game
Tell a n*gga take care, this sh*t'll never be the same, drrt