[Verse 1: A.G.] You know we got it sewn for now Cause I throws it down Plus I'm frozen down with a golden sound Where that lye at? I blow blunts backwards
Understand, the world's in my hand G. Dep in this scam, no stunt Bitch play the front And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck while you puff on a
to get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil drama You know I ain't a hoe Snap yo bitch
and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come, what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight, too tight out of a
m a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form Show power the child of the ghetto is born Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya
under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence
With all the utensils, who hang my China thing She half black half oriental 86 she got me rental The situation ain't accidental What? From a, from a young G
sound, y'all know how thugs sound Can't touch clowns, slow slugs down O.G.'s raised me, baby G's praise me Since I'm a G, rep 3 'til I'm swazy Y'all cats
have it, in the plastic, I deliver that, give it to the internet Then they start developin a twitch for the shit that I spit through the fix And if you hatin eat a
if you didn't have a gun But if you didn't had one you'd probably run; come come Now spit it from the tip of your tongue, a lil wisdom gives em somethin
up every ho in Georgia, show with 'em This K.I.N.G. a.k.a. Big Bang a.k.a. Shawty Pimp A.k.a. Shawty Pimp Big Bank, a.k.a. Shawty Pimp I get money,
a young rich nigga that lacks faith Range Rove, leather roof, love war, fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with mother goose Them ho's coming in a
Tyga and Jay Sean:- A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
in mite Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit himself Tap dancin' all over the beat, it'll jump off the page and spit itself
scent's still trapped in my clothes And I just came from over the stove so what you wanna spit? (Chorus) What yo' paper 'bout? Throw them G's up Show
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something
