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Who Run It , Various Artists
Who Run It
Release type: Bootleg
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Release date:

2008

 
Duration: 79:22  
Size, Mb: 113,43  
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199

 
Price for album: 2.48 (discount 20%)  

 
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Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
That's Whats Up Lyrics 03:46 183 4,92 0.10
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Stop Playin Games Lyrics 02:11 191 2,99 0.10
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Get Me Out Lyrics 02:36 198 3,66 0.10
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North North Lyrics
Yeah nigga. It's official. North North. It's on nigga.

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Crackin' niggas jaws
Runnin hoes into walls
Niggas yellin "North North!"
Hoes screamin "North North!"

[Project Pat]
On the north side of town (North North!)
Lurk the killers and the thugs (North North!)
Those who never show no pity (North North!)
Come up short, feel the slugs (North North!)
Upper tone to ya dome (North North!)
When it's over then that's it (North North!)
Ain't gon' be no comin' back (North North!)
You's a victim of this shit (North North!)
Heard the clique (North North!)
Then the gun blast (North North!)
Then yo' body fall (North North!)
In a hood (North North!)
Where this gang shit wrote all on the wall (North North!)
You can call who you want (North North!)
But the police ain't gon' come (North North!)
Till the killers leave the scene (North North!)
And the shit's already done (North North!)
Any one of you lames dumpin stolars to yo' fo (North North!)
If it's anna on yo' chest, I'ma bring it to yo' do' (North North!)
Heidy ho, like I'm ?? (North North!)
Like I'm Lone Ranger (North North!)
Hollows in the chamber (North North!)
Now yo' life's in danger (North North!)
Project not a stranger (North North!)
To dra-ma-ci-dal life (North North!)
Get yo' ass blowed (North North!)
Off in front-of-kids-and-wife (North North!)
Nigga what's beef (North North!)
You can see me in the street (North North!)
I'ma show you what's real (North North!)
When the glock's in yo' grill (North North!)

[Chorus]

[Project Pat]
You can die out here (North North!)
Motherfucker don't pay (North North!)
With the don't play (North North!)
Let the AK forty spray (North North!)
Dead body lay (North North!)
Who's to say (North North!)
Who's gonna get brains (North North!)
Blowed out (North North!)
In front of hoes (North North!)
You weak niggas (North North!)
Love to show out (North North!)
Bouts to slice up the blunt (North North!)
With the razor (North North!)
Fill it with 'dro and get blowed (North North!)
Somethin' major (North North!)
Page my dawgs who stay strapped (North North!)
With them youngsters (North North!)
Or bust on them rollers chief 187 soldiers (North North!)
Mass outta town (North North!)
We slang crack (North North!)
Till we flippin ki's glock to back (North North!)
Cuz for a mill (North North!)
We some dinner thieves (North North!)
Be's the player who runs game (North North!)
Kind of chickery candy paint and chrome twanks (North North!)
When I pickery (North North!)
Hickory dickory (North North!)
Gimme some (North North!)
Oh, you slobbering? (North North!)
That's how you niggas be gettin' caught (North North!)
In a robbery (North North!)
Possibly niggas squeeze on the trigger (North North!)
Then you peel away (North North!)
North Memphis (North North!)
This type of shit happen everyday (North North!)

[Chorus]

["North North" till end with Juicy J ad libs]
02:39 184 3,49 0.10
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Lock Em In The Trunk Lyrics 01:33 162 1,79 0.10
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Pimps In The House Lyrics 02:09 203 3,11 0.10
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Cheese And Dope Lyrics
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this green green that I done get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down to none, got this weed is in my lungs
nigga's stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot 'em in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn
When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get hurt
When my turn? or my time? rock a what, for a dime
Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance
Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
I've been heard you're robbers, don't want no other robbers boy
I done and scald ya, with pistol slapped cross mouth
Reach in niggaz pockets, and take yo money out
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke
ain't no credit give mang you could get from round here
Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here

[chorus]

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'
hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
what yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy

[Project Pat]
You heard word? what's the word? but you dawgs is da low
selling weed and this weed, but you won't complain a stoo'
I'ma go, I'ma pull, leave a rabbit out a hat
On some cane, mr.sugar, and some killaz strapped wit gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws
Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never minds
Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you, right between the eyes,
you be stinkin' wit the flies
walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro
fucking all in yo home, while she kissing on ma lips,
She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock - sixteen booms as I dip
Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood
Represent it, to da max, out this out of state facts
Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
Trying to squeeze, hustle-in, for you niggaz that I fade

[chorus 2x]

You could duck from the tech, on da scaldae
Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I must be paid
If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade
Get you suckaz sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade
Sippin' on some pauly vision, like some sweet kool-aid
Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate
Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate
Caught him, at the projects one day, sent him, to his grave
Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear
Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling "sip" let's go
Wope fiends, keep me on the map, and my pockets full
Eyes red ass hell, cuz I ain't had a blink of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball, so that U, could stay on my feet
Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too
If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool..

[chorus till end]
02:21 198 3,31 0.10
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Nobody (Feat. Gangsta Blac) Lyrics 02:22 200 3,37 0.10
9
Lick My Nuts Lyrics 01:42 207 2,53 0.10
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Blame It On The Funk Lyrics 01:04 185 1,41 0.10
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Dis Bitch Dat Hoe Lyrics 01:42 188 2,29 0.10
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Shawty Lyrics
[D-Nero]
Yea yea mane, this D-Nero mane
Representin them I&E Blockburners mane
Y'all know what time it is mane
Gotta grind before you shine mane
This not a game mane

[Chorus:] [2x]
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the the club wit that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty

[Yo Gotti]
I'm a pimp shawty plus I'm from the M shawty
And all these rappers I don't mess wit them shawty
My life real shawty blood, sweat and tears shawty
Through out these years I then told it how it is shaawty
No meals rap niggaz they be broke shawty
Unless they sold a million records or some dope shawty
We ridin sprees and these suckas ridin spinners shawty
cuz we some vets and they some mahfuckin beginners shaawty
We got green shawty, we got lean shawty
We on the block where its hot servin fiends shawty
We in the club come and show a nigga love shawty
forget a table dance Gotti want some scrubs shaawty

[Chorus:]
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the the club wit that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty

[D-Nero]
I'm kinda young shawty far from being dumb shawty
You got ya hands out and can't get a crumb shawty
I'm street made shawty, street how I get paid shawty
real hustlaz hustle a hundred different ways shawty
Stuck in the game motherfuck the fame shawty
slung everything from cocaine to Mary Jane shawty
I never quit tryin to get rich shawty
if it ain't bout a dollar really it ain't shit shawty
I'm OG shawty ridin lo key shawty
you know me seatbelt big heat shawty
shop open he ain't never closed shawty
Still on the post breakin down O's shawty

[Chorus:] [2x]
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the the club wit that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty
I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty

[Yo Gotti]
Smith & Wess, VVS, Mitchell and ness shawty
never the less keep you a vest cuz they'll test ya shawty
24s that's the best VHS Shawty
DVD and Ps2 in ya head rest shawty
I'm on a mission shawty, gotta get bout my digits shawty
and see me clip a bag of them 50s off in my britches shawty
I got my money right yep I'm been on the strecth shawty
6 days a week 21 and 2 in the crest shawty
and you can bet shawty I'm one of few in the south
that really live the life that I be rappin' bout shawty
I keep a glock 40 where I'm from we some fools
we don't play anything goes shawty
02:13 195 3,06 0.10
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Break The Law 2001 Lyrics 02:41 197 3,78 0.10
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Vacation Lyrics
Said I'm stressed out, so tired
My days, so long
Said I'm stressed out, so tired
Got to, move on

[Chorus]
I need a vacation
I'm goin to Decatur where it's greater
See if I can stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm goin to The Bluff where it's rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin to College Park where it's dark
See if I can get me up some hard
I need a vacation
I'm goin to the four where it good
And errbody know I make it snow
I need a vacation

[Verse 1:]
You see me standin here, like a chandelier
Gangsta of the year, sippin Belvedere
I'm smokin Inglewood, I'm feelin hella good
A nigga wish he could, I wish a nigga would
I'm smokin on the good, I'm
grippin on the grain
Louie the thirteen, mixed with Hurricane
And like a crippled mayne you can
catch me with that cane
Gon' be a bloody murder if I
catch you with my chain
See these hatin ass niggas
gettin on my nerves
I'm so disappointed y'all, I'm
at a loss for words
I put it on the hood, I'm
gettin money till I'm dead
The only thing I'm fearin is
the muh'fuckin Feds

[Chorus]
I need a vacation
I'm goin to Kirkwood where it's greater
See if I can stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm goin to Thomas Field where it's rough
See if I can get me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin to Allen Temple where it's dark
See if I can get me up some hard
I need a vacation
I'm goin to Bankhead where it good
And errbody know I make it snow
I need a vacation

[Verse 2:]
Yeah I'm outta here, send you a postcard
And if you outta that, send
you some more hard
I need a peace of mind, some relaxation
I'm mindin my bid'ness, so
why you niggas hatin?
I keep it too real, so why you niggas fakin?
You try it if you want,
cause my niggas waitin
Won't let you stress me out,
won't let you worry me
Just cause I'm doin good,
won't let you murder me
It's drivin me insane, it's makin me crazy
You know you owe a nigga,
so fuck you, pay me
I put it on the hood, get
money till I'm dead
The only thing I'm fearin is
the muh'fuckin Feds

[Chorus]
I need a vacation
I'm goin to Pittsburgh where it's greater
See if I can stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm goin to Summerhill where it's rough
See if I can get me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin to Edgewood where it's dark
See if I can get me up some hard
I need a vacation
Jonesboro South where it good
And errbody know I make it snow
I need a vacation

[Hook]
Said I'm stressed out, so tired
My days, so long
Said I'm stressed out, so tired
Got to, move on

[Chorus]
I need a vacation
I'm goin to Decatur where it's greater
See if I can stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm goin to The Bluff where it's rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin to College Park where it's dark
See if I can get me up some hard
I need a vacation
I'm goin to the four where it good
And errbody know I make it snow
I need a vacation
03:18 220 5,20 0.10
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Doe Doe (Feat. Lil Phat) Lyrics 02:33 214 3,90 0.10
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Bust It Open Lyrics 02:33 194 3,56 0.10
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Bricks (Feat. Yo Gotti And Yung Ralph) Lyrics 03:31 196 4,94 0.10
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What They Want Lyrics
Lyrics to What They Want :
[Spoken:]
I told ya'll nigga's I was gonna come back hard man
You ain't heard this Sh*t since thug motivation okay
Hey hey hey

[Verse 1:]
Hoes ain't sh*t
The money ain't nothing
And if I nothing then it gotta be something
And if it ain't something then it gotta be nothing
And if he ain't showed the cash then he gotta be bluffin'
My dog hit me up he said he gotta lick he gotta bad jump shot so
He might shoot a brick
Talkin reckless on my line now that's a tecnical foul
Don't know what the fu*k I'm talkin' bout I'm hangin' up right now
Nigga you ain't Nick Cannon and this ain't wildin' out
I'm playin' my position I ain't tryna foul out
Instant replay yeah we bout to find out
Hey where the referee I need to call a time out
You know

[Chorus:]
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin'
They ask me what I do and I say teachin' for a livin'
What you say nigga?
And I can show you how to make mill right now
And I can show you how to make a mill right now
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin'
They ask me what I do and I say teachin' for a livin'
What you say nigga?
And I can show you how to make mill right now
And I can show you how to make a mill right now
YOUNG

[Verse 2:]
Said he just touched down
And he needa touch down
Second time he called today I think he goin' all the way
36 yard line we goin' for the first down
Fed's playin' defence everytime they come around
We goin' to the supabowl if I make this field goal
I understand you got me round this time we need a 3
He trippin' bout that extra point that means he want that extra joint
Then chill and bring my extra cash next time I see ya extra ass
Huddle up call the play yeah I'm playin' quaterback
4 way 2way bte I bring a quater back
Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back
My dog short on my pay that's a flag
You know

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Ninth innin' bases loaded I'm goin' for the grand slam
Tax free tax free ain't givin' sh*t to uncle sam
Yeah we playin' softball we playin' softball
Yeah I'm playin softball the color golf balls
Catch me in the out field that's a whole lotta of grass
Tryna buy the frachise that's a whole lotta cash
Damn right I'm savin' up think I might buy the team once I get my bounty up
Tryna get my money clean
Focus quick watch the pitch can't afford anothe strike if I can make it through this
Sh*t then I can play another night
Money right money right I gotta get my money right
First I gotta get these o's so make sure you wrap em tight

[Chorus]
03:10 201 4,55 0.10
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Go DJ Break Lyrics 01:28 208 2,18 0.10
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Who Hotter Than Me Lyrics
Who hotter than me,
who hotter than me,
who hotter than me nigga,

who hotter than me,
who hotter than me nigga,
who hotter than me,
who hotter than me,

[Chorus]
gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
gotta a question for the streets
who hotter than who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me

[Verse 1]
How you feel hater's yo hatin didnt work
Thanks to yall im the hottest thing on Earth
Got the bitches and the goons but im the first
Rose a couple mil and still in the verve
Catch me flushin through the city shawty no shirt
I dont fall gonna come on the first
Blew life in the streets had em rebirth
See me on fire hater I know it gotta hurt
Im so hood classic words
Wanna talk buisness what's in the purse
Am I gon die wont get murked
Who hotta than me nobody sir

[Chorus]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
who hotter than who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me (Ha,ha)
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
who hotter than who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me

[Verse 2]
Bet cha cant name a hoe who dont want me
Like ya cant name a city I aint hot in
Make you rich but by 30 grand
On fire dawg where my fans
Tell you what to call me promoter best friend
Put yo money on me if you want win
Lot of rappers sittin home on the weekend
Got a waitin list shawty put chall off in
Cant move me dawg 130 grand
Try ta give me 29 if ya think Im playin
Who runnin the streets where all the moats end
Streets done spoke shawty Im the man

[Chorus]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
who hotter than who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me (Ha,ha)
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
who hotter than who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me

[Verse 3]
Somebody put me out Im on fire
Please tell dem fags Im retired
Know a lot of rappers for hire
Streets dont fuck wit you, you a liar
Plies real you preaching to the choir
Yo budds in the streets expired
Count a 100 grand Im kinda tired
Keep your hoe from round me 'fore I buy her
Goons love me Im they supplier
Street cred dont get no higher
Got the 40 homie cause Im lired
Sincerly yours Mr. Plies

[Chorus]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
who hotter than who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me (Ha,ha)
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
who hotter than who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
nigga who hotter than me
02:10 227 3,53 0.10
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Livin The Life (Feat. Rhianna) Lyrics 03:24 199 4,85 0.10
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Green Light (Feat. John Legend) Lyrics 03:23 224 5,42 0.10
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Beep (Feat. Bobby V) Lyrics 03:29 209 5,17 0.10
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Bust It Baby (Feat. Janet And Ne-Yo) Lyrics 01:54 215 2,94 0.10
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First Night (Feat. Mouse) Lyrics 03:56 194 5,45 0.10
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Not Myself Lyrics 02:47 214 4,26 0.10
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Mrs Officer Lyrics 02:44 187 3,68 0.10
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Man Right Chea Lyrics 01:41 196 2,36 0.10
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Make Em Say Uggh Lyrics 01:41 188 2,25 0.10
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Murder Lyrics 03:24 189 4,61 0.10
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Rich Niggaz Lyrics
Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why
Cash Money, Rich Niggaz
Look

[Lil' Wayne]
Loud pipes, big rims
Nigga, that's my life
When I pull up at the club sorry that's my night
I know a lot of haters probably sayin that that's not right
Well, my diamonds so much bigger
So, that's my life
Gleam, gleam
Now, only carry big face and you hear the ching, ching
Now, you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing
And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen
Ha, ha, ha
I crack myself up
I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
Got a little house on the beach that's where I shack myself up
You ain't really got more money than me
Think about it
Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it
So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it
And me with no ice is like a Prince concert that ain't crowded
They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12
And we was next
Then that's when I pull up in the B-E-L
Le-Le-Lex
Ha

[1st Chorus]
I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

[Juvenile]
Juvenile used to be R-E-T-A bound
Now I be bustin these bitches head when I come 'round
Acting like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Look into my bed sayin that's a mad hit
I'll damned if these diamonds and golds ain't shinin
My Rollie ain't mine and my bank ain't climbin
You lookin at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
Might don't have it now, but I just got me a check
I can walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it
Teach it like I preach it; now, put that in your head
Nigga, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand - ain't nuttin
Smoke a pound, pop the Cristal and drink somethin
Meet me in the casino, way in the back
Losin money like a motherfucker, still shooting craps
Tomorrow I'll be back, I got millionaire status
We make so much money IRS be lookin at us

[Repeat 1st Chorus 1X]

[Turk]
I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factory
I'm Lil Turk, I'm living large, got the baddest hoes after me
Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control
Playing with millions, laying in condos
Nigga I shine, shine through the fucking week
The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat
Don't hate me, 'cause I'm a little bawler
Got more weight than Angola
Fucking your girl Carla
Nigga I stunt,
And I'm a stunt 'til I can't no more
Chest lit up like the oaks
From the diamonds I sport
Yo, I can't be touched
Don't think I'm too much, nigga I'm rich what the fuck
Rolex crushed out with the bezel
And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule
I got so much money
I don't know what to do
Buy isles and cars
And break bread with my crew

[2nd Chorus]
I'm on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

[Paparue]
Uh, uh, uh
Hear me
It's like, monkey see, monkey do
Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true
Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene
Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming
When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer
??? Benz, or in the Lex Bubble
When I start they said I had no fame
Now all the girls just end up calling my name
10 G's to ???
Fax the contract to big Cash Money
Cause you know this whole clique right with me
They're right with me
Sip-pe-di-dy
Won't count the diamonds just around my neck
X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check
If you want to really come and sing with me
Those that got me wicked, then I do some free
For free!
03:23 201 4,87 0.10