Max B "West Coast Wave" |
Hook: I'm just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no Better not fuck with my hustle I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind Fuck these niggaz and these bitches, keep money on my mind I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you Nigga better gimme every dime Kuz nigga I got that money on my mind What's the day that you was born (god bless) I love my family, I love my music more than I love wakin' up in the morn When niggaz stoppin' my cheese Lukewarm niggaz, I'm hotter than sand beach when it's 90 degrees Ain't no stoppin' my gang I average a tripe-double, my Jimmy trouble, niggaz can only hope to contain I can come around and spray and then throw it in your brain How many niggaz that got a better style You thought I was good before, you say I'm better now Wavin' the P-89 and the grey Beretta round Better duck when I pull it, I leave ya eardrum dippin' I be flippin', gettin' money and steady tip-tippin' I'm the closest nigga to B-I Plus I possess of the swag with six series C-I Drunk in the club, Jimmy better come and get him, he high Please, don't let that muthafucka drive Hook: I'm just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no Better not fuck with my hustle I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind Fuck these niggaz and these bitches, keep money on my mind I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you Nigga better gimme every dime Kuz nigga I got that money on my mind Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |