Jazzy

Is it my cars Is it my clothes That make these hoes wanna f*ck fasho Is it my crib Is it my whips That make these niggas wanna move like this Never know, we can't pick and choose Came up from the bottom ain't got shit to lose I got a bad attitude So I mix some jazz with the mood Don't you get me started I'm geeked Got a freak every day of the week This right here my lil Bae for the summer See that ass she get that from her momma I need me a M that's at least Paper plates how I'm feeding the streets Like a athlete go run me my money I'm so handsome but shit can get ugly Love the lingo and dig the demeanor Yeah you bad but my lil baby meaner So I gotta get back to the crib Push up on me to see how we live Parallel park then I pull up inside You know I get money just look in my eyes I know that she want me just look at her thighs And she get the dripping that's when I arrive And then I get back to a check Got a problem with niggas they lame Couple racks just to freeze up the neck Pay a fee just to speak on my name Swear these boys ain't as hard as they claim Matter fact they all soft as a pillow I'm probably out moving the streets Blowing weed out the crack of the window Fareal Is it my cars Is it my clothes That make these hoes wanna f*ck fasho Is it my crib Is it my whips That make these niggas wanna move like this Never know, we can't pick and choose Came up from the bottom ain't got shit to lose I got a bad attitude So I mix some jazz with the mood Is it my style Is it my show That make these hoes wanna f*ck fasho Is it my life Cause I'm getting rich That make these niggas wanna turn to a bitch Slam dunk Ballin off the assist Heard a nigga took a shot but he missed Shit, you don't wanna see me get pissed Shit, you don't wanna see me get pissed A okay but these niggas wanna know what I be on Slide down the block hot no AC summertime but the wrist on Freon Niggas all peon This a message that we on Talkin right now til beyond Yeah I know that you hate that I love it That's the reason I'm up just because it Is it my cars Is it my clothes That make these hoes wanna f*ck fasho Is it my crib Is it my whips That make these niggas wanna move like this Never know, we can't pick and choose Came up from the bottom ain't got shit to lose I got a bad attitude So I mix some jazz with the mood