What’ch Gonna Do
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I'm a boss now
You know he do it every time he come out
What you gon' do if I give you this money?
What you gon' do if I give you this money?
This money, honey
Yo Simon, they gon' be mad at this one
We almost slept on 'em
Sit down shawty
You ever seen me run a touchdown? (touchdown)
Not on the field, in the club, and it's fourth down (fourth down)
Last call and the club 'bout to turn out
And this nigga got the girl I wanna knock down
I ain't worried 'bout it, I done wrote my number down
Stuck it in her pocketbook 'cause she had it open when I walked by
I admit to mine, niggas be trying to hit my ho when I ain't around
So the go around got to come back around
And it's going around, it's just coming around now, now
Lean back clown, play in the background
I'll show you how you supposed to get down, start time
What you gon' do if I give you this money?
What you gon' do if I give you this money?
This money, honey
You ever danced with the devil by the pale moonlight?
Jumped on a flight, flew around the whole world twice?
Got a Gucci bag from Japan that you'll never see again
'Cause they ain't made but one, we bought that
Las Vegas spending thousand dollar chips
Whether or not you win shit
'Cause the nigga that you with told
You that you could do that, so do that
Oooh that ring on your muhfuckin' finger so fat (can we?)
And weigh that car that you drive that's so fast
It'll blow the fuckin' hair off your head
You want a Hot Boy or you wanna keep on playing?
You know I used to fuck with Baby and them, keep playing
What you gon' do if I give you this money?
What you gon' do if I give you this money?
This money, honey
Yo Butch, this the heavy one shawty
I've been in here all night ho, I'm a beast
Still hood, still hard, still P
Petey still freaky
Thought I told you last time, what you ain't believe me?
You won't feel it
Back your ass up off the TV
You ain't a prickly
You a geekily
You wanna geek apart
Give her a geek of peace
Please leave, let me enjoy the few drinks
'Fore they holler, two o'clock
And I had to throw away five G's
I know I spend it like it grow on trees
But it don't really fuckin' grow on trees
Why you even gettin' VIP?
Why you over here botherin' me?
There go another rapper, go holler at him
What you gon' do if I give you this money?
What you gon' do if I give you this money?
This money, honey
Street Cats, Death Row
Can't help her dawg, Raw Records
I'll holler at y'all, what up y'all?
Ha ha, yeah
Every time I come out shawty
Let's go
You fellows want to read me my rights?
You have the right to remain silent
You have the right to have your face kicked in by me
You have the right to have your balls stomped by him
I'll read my rights