M.I.A. lyrics

[Intro: Peezy]
Aye Babyface, Aye bro...
You know what I want you to do bro?
Take these n*ggas all the way through my n*gga
(Go all the way in on them f*ck n*ggas man)
Non stop
(Non-stop, turn up, c'mon)
Let's get it


[Verse: Babyface Ray]
Once a youngin' now I'm thuggin'
Ain't got time for slugging
f*ck a woman count these hundreds
They a dime a dozen
Mind was f*cked up but it was cool
Knew my time was coming
Grind a hundred times a hundred
Ain't gone stop for nothing
I get fly for nothing
Dolce & Gabbana button
And a bunch of kicks
Like I should do karate on 'em
My b*tch lookin' like a Louis bag of money
Her n*gga M.I.A
Pockets crammed with money
Run up get bussed down
You pus*y ass n*ggas better duck down
Cause I'm racked up watch bust down
Every bad b*tch wanna f*ck now
Every other day is a touch down
I used to be down but I'm up now
I'm so high I need to come down
The rims so high I gotta jump down
Y'all little n*ggas, little n*ggas
To a n*gga like me
You don't get it like me
Unc just said " it ain't sh*t in these streets"
I'm just saying "how a n*gga gone eat?"
All these straps how a n*gga want beef?
All these racks how a n*gga gone sleep?
Throw it on the counter
Till that b*tch go beep
Throw it on the gram let a freak ho see
30 minutes later now she in my suite
Poorin' champagne, tryna hit my weed
That's yo b*tch? She ain't sh*t
Long story short, everything ain't what it seems
(Damn)
n*ggas aim for you
Slick as oil, I be sippin' oil
Tryna slow me down, I gotta get it
Who gone get it for you?
b*tches wanna f*ck the whole clique
Cause they see us ballin'
I see 'em callin, I ignore 'em
Ain't got nothing for 'em
I'm tryna turn a couple thousand
To a f*ckin' fortune
Tryna trade these rims in for a couple Porsches
All my n*ggas 100, All my b*tches gorgeous
If them b*tches ain't Asanti's
Then them b*tches Forgi's
I'm in a Syracuse mode
b*tch I'm in the zone
f*ck a vacation let's hit the road
Let me live down the way
Get them b*tches sold
I f*ck 'em then I leave 'em
Do them b*tches bold
Who you n*ggas think you foolin'?
Man, you n*ggas hoes
Talk crazy, when that pressure on you
n*ggas fold
I be doing what I want
Cause these n*ggas know
I'll turn a n*gga ghost
Get you n*ggas gone
It's still money over b*tches
Family over everything
f*ck you other n*ggas
Everything the same, If I want it
Imma get it
Ain't sh*t change
I only f*ck with real n*ggas
M.I.A