(Come on, come on, come on)
(Come on, come on, come on)
I'll come and run your block, knowin' you got popped up
Like I don't fuck with you
'Cuz you don't fuck with me
Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up
Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up
But still ain't nothin' sweet
I'm from a town where kids could pop up
Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver
More houses, no spouses, more beaches
Walk around platinum linked up
Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up
Get mail Branson, never buy reefer
Talk to me
Doubt me now and die a believer
It ain't much for us to talk about
(Yeah, what, what)
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Everybody wit' me want bucks
First rapper to close down a mall with a mil'
You never love the money like we love it
When they gun's out playa, there'll be no reachin'
Chased Kate 52 states straight
And you know I don't fuck with you
C'mon, I ain't wit that man
You know my mission ain't complete
The rock over Sean John fleeces
Bentley five seater, it's all for real
Yo, one, two, three, four
And all I see is more F-in' iced out Jesus pieces
(Come on, come on, come on)
See me without Puff, try to get your weight up, uh
Yo, yo, yo
You see grams, I'mma see craters
With money like Brink trucks
The movement, what
Uh, you don't stop, come on
Fuck the district, I live in Jacob
I took a year off to let the young nigga's eat
Come back in the summertime like fuck it, it's summertime
All I see is more chances, more advances
Don't take much to wake up, taped up
Shit get too hot? Puff, put the minks up
And you know I don't fuck with you
Is they stoppin' my money?
Like I don't fuck with you
'Cuz you don't fuck with me
Drop another CD just to see paper
The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt
Love to get locked up, love pickin' the odds up
(Come on, come on, come on)
Like I don't fuck with you
Like I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way
'Cuz you don't fuck with me
If you don't fuck with me
And you know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say is stay out my way
It ain't much for us to talk about
Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on
'Til I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Beef no more that's what other nigga's for
By the time you see land I'mma see acres
When the war's on, put your gloves and your Gore's on
It ain't much for us to talk about
If you don't fuck with me
Everybody on the floor
'Cuz you don't fuck with me
Ballin' in Dirty South wit' no creases
And before you see me you'll see the maker
Wild thugs around me and no leechin'
Ain't nuttin' between you and me
Plus the money so I'm on nigga one
All out tattoo's over wife beaters
And you know I don't fuck with you
And on the real, nuttin' you could do wit' me
Hardest nigga from All Out you wanna meet
So all I can say is stay out my way
Just throw my B back on
You know somebody swung on me and cut me?
And put five in your Ceasar
All out, bad boy forever
Then it ain't no problem here
You'll pull that hoodie over your head
What the fuck, what the fuck
I got cash that'll fund your leave
You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me?
It ain't much for us to talk about
Arms are rocked up, Bentley wit' the top up
I got a fam' that love to go to war
If you don't fuck with me
If you don't fuck with me
Pay the chick sucka and let her teeth touch it
'Cuz now you got chicks talk, what the fuck
