What You Say

Three, six, we sippin' on some motherfuckin' sizzurp Necklace on, froze like a motherfuckin' blizzard A-C the G, that's my motherfuckin' N-word I used to play guitar like I'm fuckin' Leonard Skinner Smokin' on this dope, but I'm still drinkin' liquor Certified everywhere, that's facts, no printer Call me B-Eazyy, ho, ain't nobody realer Michael Jackson flow, it's a motherfuckin' thriller Don't play with the team, man, you know I got some killers Dollars flyin', we throwin' cash at them strippers Seven, one, three, we got money on our mind If you ain't talkin' cash, why you even waste our time Seven, one, three, dream team to the top Better get low if you close to our opps Seven, six, two, have your body in shock Flowin' on these beats, I ain't never gon' stop Run the pick and roll, bitch, I know you gon' pop Cedes got the beat, make a bitch wanna drop Her ass down low, and shake it on the flo' Vibin' on this beat, man, you already know Yeah, nigga I heard all that shit F*ck what you say F*ck what a nigga gotta say F*ck what a bitch gotta say F*ck what a ho gotta say Bow down on your knees, man, it's time to say your grace Smokin' on this dope, man, that shit from outer space I be so high, man, I thought that shit was laced Haters suck my dick, tell me how it fuckin' tastes Watch yourself, ho, before I put you in your place They'll tell some lies and smile right up in your face When I wake up, all I do is make some cash Bend old girl over, tell her, go on and shake that ass She went and, threw it back, I ain't even have to ask Back on the beat, man, I'm finna go stupid Got the bow and arrow, no, a nigga ain't cupid F*ck what you say, man, you haters suck my dick Seven, one, three, dream team, that's the clique Rollie' on my wrist, and you know it match the fit So much fake love, man, that shit gettin' crazy My girl so fine, she slim like Shady All these hoes love me, man, they wanna have my baby