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Uncle Brad
Jay Worthy
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All the people that was havin' things and, you know, ridin'
In big cars and wearin' that big jewelry and all that fly
Shit, you know, they was pimpin', and all the lil' bitches
Worth havin' and that was doin' things, you know, they was
On, so that's like everybody was wantin' to get with that
Yeah, yeah, it's a lot of pimps come out the city, ain't no question
Yeah, and a lot of good hoes turn up out of there too
Yeah, primarily, uh, WWs
You see, a nigga like me ain't never gave two shits
Lose a ho, gain a ho, and knock one more bitch
Remember bein' in the hood, I needed one more lick
Big homiеs like Deebo had me hop that fencе
I wish they'd free the G, homie, he sent one more brick
Ended up with thirteen, but he'll be home real quick
If I can make fifty bands, I'll do one more trip
And if they ride on the homies, then it's one more dip
Smoke that shit on my noopy while I load that clip
Bandana wrapped around my head, watch me squeeze that TEC
But hold up, I'm a fly nigga, you know that shit
Super fly, Ron O'Neal with my all-white bitch
Send her OT, she ain't been back since
'Cause if it don't make dollars, well, you know the rest
Send her OT, she ain't been back since
'Cause if it don't make dollars, well, you know the rest
I know I'm a rider
I'm lookin' for the one who gon' be a provider
And I know I can find her
She get it in the streets, no nine-to-fiver
'Cause I'ma get money the fast way
The old-fashioned ski mask way until my last day
'Cause I'm a nigga tryna get rich
And if it don't make dollars, well, you know the rest
Yo
I'ma be rich long as the block pumpin'
Fingers countin' money (Woo), a thousand dollar case, rockin' Dior
It feel good to be rich
We came from the stones and the sticks
Lil' kids used to sleep in the bed with the piss (Woo)
Now I'm rich and I sleep in the bed with the bitch
Foreign whip outside and it belong to my bitch
That big-ass revolver in it, yeah, that's my shit (That's my shit)
Nigga, please raise your voice so I can
Hop on shit (Please raise your voice)
Smack the taste out your mouth and make you kiss the MAC-10
Big money, pushin' foreigns in the wind (Skrrt)
See the opps, we scorin' again
Another bag, we tourin' again (We tourin' again)
And I think your bitch gettin' borin' again
Uh, you see that bitch out whorin' again
I'm with my other bitch, ignorin' her and her friend
Real niggas for the win
I know I'm a rider
I'm lookin' for the one who gon' be a provider
And I know I can find her
She get it in the streets, no nine-to-fiver
'Cause I'ma get money the fast way
The old-fashioned ski mask way until my last day
'Cause I'm a nigga tryna get rich
And if it don't make dollars, well, you know the rest
La música de Harry Fraud
You know, I'm gon' love that dope, you know what I'm sayin'?
But now there's gon' be a feelin' there, you know, if the bitch
Been reachin' me for a while, you know what I'm sayin'? But it's
Not really no love joint, 'cause way before me and a bitch have
A love connection, it's gon' be a bad connection if it ain't
No money involved, you know what I'm sayin'? It's a big difference
Between the fun part and the funds part, it ain't no fun if
I ain't got no, you know, no money, you know what I'm sayin'?
So it's all about money then?
Uh, yeah