Aubrey Graham

(You cut up on this one, JAY C, The Circle) F*ck a love song I'm stickin' to this ghetto shit All these chains on my neck I look like a gold medalist I ain't never goin' back broke, nigga I'm forever rich baby say she love me I ain't never even met the bitch (Ayy) Hah, count the pape' up with my hands I don't need a money counter Just pass me some rubber bands I be hittin' niggas' hoes every Time I get a chance Niggas be livin' on the 'Gram Just a bunch of Peter Pans Fah-fah, hit him, fah-fah, hit his mans I ain't doin' no more favors Niggas gotta hit my hand Brought the heater to they block I'm 'bout to give they ass a tan He don't wanna shoot He rubbin' his hands together like he prayin' Niggas never beef about the money Always 'bout a bitch Every day I play high fashion Bitches think I'm Roddy Ricch Niggas always playin', try to catch his ass Shot his bitch all we heard was, "Ahh " when that 308 hit her Crackhead-ass niggas takin' drugs For no reason cock my strap, chk-chk I'm 'bout to bring his ass some pain Never had shit I still slide on niggas in my chains (Skrrt) Hop out the whip, up my banger, let it bang Smoke a nigga, gun smoke him Bro was smokin' mary jane Slid him on him with the Drac' Nigga, nothin' was the same, huh If it's beef, you know we slidin' I ain't got shit to say Whip a nigga ass and throw a Party like we Kid 'n Play (Bitch) Bitch, we comin' back-to back like Bullets when they ricochet Told Skilla pass the rock He hit me with the lookaway Been fuckin' hoes all week I think my dick need a break That pussy crazy Be feelin' like I jumped in a lake I gotta get to that bag, but, bitch I'm dyin' to stay Knock the coins out that pussy Plus I nutted on her face Pour some 'Tron shots straight Only thing I chase is pape' Forgiatos sittin' up, I'm goin' fast Get out the way Niggas captain save a ho, sucker strugglin' Get a cape all I think is cash money Don't get hit with this Drac' Pop a bean, get to killin' shit like Megatron Slide with my white bitch I call her Celine Dion I been on point around this bitch like A brand new box of crayons Broke-ass niggas, y'all finished Y'all some peons Slide down the block and shit On niggas like I'm Bron i been winnin' My uncle gettin' the scripts Straight out the pharm' Gettin' bored with this shit You can see it when I yawn Got like sixty on my wrist They wanna cut off my arm Keep a check like this chess But this far from a game Tell a nigga take care, this Shit'll never be the same, drrt