Hard In Da Paint lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, so everybody jumping on this (Huh?)
Okay, my turn
My name is Carlos SAINt JHN
I'ma sing like that every time he hears me say it
Oh yeah
SAINt JHN portfolio
It's your business baby

[Chorus 1]
I go hard at that motherf*cking guap, boy
You better pat me down, I'm feeling like a block boy
My white tee, a blue jeans
Ball hard, motherf*cker, hoop dreams

[Verse 1]
One night, see I don't do flings
I told my old b*tch, "I'm into new things"
You think you're cute though
You see a suit though
I think you're so sweet, you n*ggas fructose
I put my middle fingers up, you n*ggas poop those
Come get a close up, my n*ggas shoot close
My accountant, that's my motherf*cking n*gga
He deal with my accounts so my account grows bigger
n*gga, suing my amount grows bigger
And she say her jaws hurt, I tell, "Your mother don't give up"
My brother sells dope, he's a b-boy
You out here looking like a decoy
You're all ass, you n*ggas keep toy
Them n*ggas out here but I'm feeling like it's kilo
I'm patting n*ggas down for the sticky teeth
You nigas talk show, you n*ggas Ricky Lake
You hear the advent, you think it's Ricky Lare
Then you hear the, "Woo," I think I'm Ricky Flair
I came from a place in the East though
Them n*ggas still living by the g code
You pus*y ass n*ggas try to decode
Just play dead and let a real n*gga reload
[Chorus 2]
I go hard at that motherf*cking guap, boy
You better pat me down, I'm feeling like a block boy
My white tee, my blue jeans
My n*ggas gang bang and I ain't talkin' group scenes

[Verse 2]
I don't drink Ciroc, I do the Goose Goose
You n*ggas so soft, you n*ggas couscous
You n*ggas funny style, you n*ggas flew throughs
See what's the point of doing five for a deuce deuce
I'm in the money gang, I'm in the money game
So what's my favorite color, my n*gga, money grain
I get the money fast, my n*gga money grab
They call me smart guy and that's my dummy name
Carlos motherf*cking SAINt JHN
This is a suicide bomber's f*cking ring tone
Ring-ring, you hear the chopper coming
You hear that motherf*cking chopper coming (Ah)

[Chorus 3]
I go hard at that motherf*cking guap, n*gga
Better pat me down, I'm feeling like a block n*gga
White tee, blue jeans
They fly things, I do things
[Outro]
I do things
I do things (Haha)
I hope nobody's listening
I won't- I was lying, I won't bang sh*t
I run a company that's completely legitimate
IRS, tax people, thank you
You have a good night