Big K.R.I.T., Cory Mo - Where It's At lyrics

I'd like to dedicate this song
To them old flea market outfit
Wearin' ass niggas man
I ain't ever seen you in no Cadillac
And I ain't never seen you
With a bad bitch man
Gone with all the bullshit
Get up off the booboo man
If the pimp was here right now
He would expose you

You say you swinging on 40's
Well where yo 'lac you say you got all the
Hoes well where they at
You said you stackin' that bread
Yea bitch I heard what you said
Don't talk about it, be about it
Where it's at
You said you packin' that iron
Nigga why you lyin'
She ain't gonna let you get


It pimpin' it stop tryin'
You said yo' stackin' that cash
We not believin' yo ass
Don't talk about it, be about it
Where it's at

I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin'
About the shit that they do
But don't get it twisted those
Bitches be ridiculous too
Thats why I hustle by my
Lonely speakin' only the truth
If the profit margin ain't large enough
I'm chunkin' the deuce show some respect
Stop talkin' out the side of you neck
You say you ballin' why you stallin'
Then? cut me my check
All you do is fabricate the
Truth with special effects
You need to take them monkey diamonds
Off you neck and you wrists, ya bitch
Yeah you talk a good game but
It ain't no truth in it
If it ain't no proof then it ain't no
Use for you to claim that you pimpin'
You violatin' codes
(one) gain a soul not told
(two) separate friends from foes
(Three) never put trust in hoes (four)
What all glitters ain't gold
Bars and seven they sold
Still ain't sellin no records
You so irrelevant bro
You speak about it but nobody
Never seen it though difference between us
I don't say it if I don't mean it ho

You say you swinging on 40's
Well where yo 'lac you say you got all the
Hoes well where they at
You said you stackin' that bread
Yea bitch I heard what you said
Don't talk about it, be about it
Where it's at
You said you packin' that iron
Nigga why you lyin'
She ain't gonna let you get
It pimpin' it stop tryin'
You said yo' stackin' that cash
We not believin' yo ass
Don't talk about it, be about it
Where it's at

Hey now for starters I ain't
Fuckin' with no frauds
Came in houses in old schools in they garages
Like every bitch that they done
Fuck was dying for menages
Its all make believe these
Niggas lookin' like mirages
Bank account margin ain't
Equivelant to starvin'
Niggas in the club tryin' to floss
Can't pay they mortgage
Actin' like he boss catchin'
Flights and takin' off
Wouldn't bust a grape front like
He might break you off
Shit now Hol' up, I ain't trippin'
Keep it real if you'se a poor pimp
Some of ya'll niggas so simp
You'd rather trick than buy more shrimp
Or rather blow up like four blimps
Get my gators slam my dough
Ball in my paint with a cup full of drank
Do what you ain't and break these hoes
Pull up, hop out so clean
Talkin' diamonds and wood
Do it bigger than big
Know you can't but you should
Know you would if you could
I'm just stating the facts
Don't talk about it, be about it
Where it's at

You say you swinging on 40's
Well where yo 'lac you say you got all the
Hoes well where they at
You said you stackin' that bread
Yea bitch I heard what you said
Don't talk about it, be about it
Where it's at
You said you packin' that iron
Nigga why you lyin'
She ain't gonna let you get
It pimpin' it stop tryin'
You said yo' stackin' that cash
We not believin' yo ass
Don't talk about it, be about it
Where it's at