B Eazy şarkı sözleri
Nigga, a house? I got one of those
And cars? I got two of those
My homies? I got a lot of those
I got enough of those, I got enough of those
And clothes? I got a bunch of those
And hoes? I got a flock of those
And songs? I got crazy flows
I got enough of those, I got enough of those
I done had enough of these niggas
Asking what's up with my figures
Put a buck on my swisher
Want a cup of my liquor
I be ducking these niggas
Cause they be clutching my gold
They wanna f*ck with a bro
I got enough of them hoes
Ain't gotta shop at the mall
I got enough of them clothes
But a buck ain't enough
I need a bucket to blow
Blow a buck, like f*ck it
I'm a hustler bro
You gotta know what a hustler know
Enough is enough
What you hustling for?
You wasn't happy with enough
When we was busted & broke
Got addicted to that money
And in love with this doe
Now niggas wanna brag about who thuggin' the most
The last nigga tried to brag caught a slug in his throat
Better stop being cool, nigga
Button your coat
We don't f*ck with the bragging type
Boy, get your swagger right
Stop trying to brag like
I ain't never had like enough
Nigga, a house? I got one of those
And cars? I got two of those
My homies? I got a lot of those
I got enough of those, I got enough of those
And clothes? I got a bunch of those
And hoes? I got a flock of those
And songs? I got crazy flows
I got enough of those, I got enough of those
Big body Chevy's riding heavy on 24's
Living the proper life getting paper
That's how a player's supposed to live
In the Chrysler Imperial, something serious
Dub Voodoo's are the shoes
But I ain't trying to impress
All them bopping ass niggas
I need a chick with double D breast
For my chauffeur, game is so pure
180 strong in the fast lane of life
If I ain't done nothing wrong
I don't wanna do right
Cash, cars, hoes & clothes
Fa sho, got enough of those
Any problems with the popo's
Quickly dispose of those
Catch me on the top floor
In my Executive Suite
That's where all the thugs, hustlers & drug lords meet
Discussing paper, shit what else?
Plans to take over the world
And split it 50/50, the same way we did your girl
Flossing heavy, pushing steady
The only way that I know to play
I'm chasing paper till my dying day
F*ck you haters in the way
B-Eazy!
Nigga, a house? I got one of those
And cars? I got two of those
My homies? I got a lot of those
I got enough of those, I got enough of those
And clothes? I got a bunch of those
And hoes? I got a flock of those
And songs? I got crazy flows
I got enough of those, I got enough of those
I gotta stay on the grind, gotta shine
That's why I'm working overtime
Jack of all trades
So the money you can double mine
Blow the pine, but I hold it down
You can tell how I spit these rhymes
Committed to this shit
I'm gonna be rich & make the hood mine
Then I can show my people the real
F*ck the border line
And while I'm at it
Get a mill, before a nigga die
Then I can lay in rest
Knowing that I did my best
Got my dreams up off my chest
Raised up in that DTX
That's Dallas, TX y'all
Watch how a nigga ball
Folks down South riding candy
Letting they screens fall
I'm about my biz, y'all
Then I mind my biz, y'all
I'm just trying to rich
Like that nigga Snoop Dogg
You know my motto
I wanna be paid like I hit the Lotto
Counting up peso's
Somewhere safe, so J can lay low
With a 44, and about 40 bricks of yeyo
Nigga, a house? I got one of those
And cars? I got two of those
My homies? I got a lot of those
I got enough of those, I got enough of those
And clothes? I got enough of those
And hoes? I got a flock of those
And songs? I got crazy flows
I got enough of those, I got enough of those
