house full a bytches like tila tequila
And i'll take probation
I dont want that T.I and Vick vacation
Private plane, pick location
Im going to the bank to make a big donation
Yeah, I dont stunt i stunt hard
And if the food aint on the stove
I hunt for it
But in the mean time you can call me young roy
Jones Jnr fighting the drugs and gun charge
shyt
Dont leave me unguarded
And ima cheese head, where the vince lambardi
Word to Marky Mark leave a snitch departed
All that blood like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like its retarded
Red light on it like its recordin'
I ain't recordin', im just C-4ing
My currency foreign
We are in a league they aren't
Better dig in your pocket and pay homage
Better cover your eyes, your face fallin
Watch the game from the side im play callin'
No i didnt say that im flawless
But i damn sure dont tarnish
My pistol got comments for your garments
Im so high i can vomit on a comet
KY no homo im on it
Weezy F Baby new bomb bytch
You know what they say about when your palm itch
Im gon get money, money, im gon get
Young Money in ya tummy, and we gon shyt
And get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit
Thats right bytch im back on my grown shyt
That Audemars Piguet
No ice just chrome shyt
And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit
I scream fukk the world with a long dikk
Muthafukker im me
Yeah bytch im me
You nikkaz sweet like the p*ssy in which i eat
Fireman burn down your entire street
So fly ima take off when i leap
bye
And you can suck my wings
Stand on my money head butt Yao Ming
Put your hand in the oven if you touch my things
Im shuffling the cards bout to cut my queens
But i aint the dealer
House full of bytches like Tila Tequila
Im the man in the mirror
My swagga just screamin' muthafukka do you hear her
Drizzy Drake 'what the lick read'
we make magic boy, Roy and Siegfried