Boosie Badazz - We on it lyrics
[Boosie Badazz - We on it lyrics]
We got the Phantoms on deck
Lambo on the side
Chevy sittin high yeah bitch
That's how we ride that's how we do it
We posted up up in the club, bottles on ice
Pockets full of hundred and we
Got the cheapest price that's how we do it
Lil Boosie
Let me tell you how I rock, pocket
Full of rocks, bottle in the air
Livin without a care
Let me tell you what I like
Head with cold sprite
Let me tell you what I hate
Haters with no cake
Let me tell you what I make
Money with big stacks
Let me tell you why they
Hatin, cuz I young, rich, and black
Hoes lick my nutsack, rose by the six pack
Skeet that shit off in they mouth
(opps) and I ain't feel bad
Gotta have my funds straight
Time flyin gotta have my sons
Straight so they can shine
Wake up to get it up I hope you on the grind
Cuz if you bullshitn' you'll
Get lapped this time
Im on the money makin mission
Got me handling bucks
Been countin money for so long
My fuckin hands cramp up
Get my keys I be ridin
Put my b's in my pocket
Keep ridin dirty cuz the people can't stop it
Webbie
Hustlin, 50 streets back against the wall
Scarred up since I was small
Ive been through some shit to ball
The heat was on I couldn't stop
I had to let the cannons pop
The Bentleys fallin through the roof and
Now Im standin at the top
Grindin with my nigga B
Finally where im supposed to be
I know my boy watchin over me still
I keep my shit close to me
Im doin this for my nigga T
Specially for my nigga Mell
Specially for my niggas doin the
L and getting outta jail
What ever be good as hell it
Ain't nothin on a nigga plate
Hungry than a motherfucka a hustla
Eat a nigga face
Imma keep it trill you can chill
But time ain't gon wait
You betta go head and get your
Paper before it get to late
Had to set myself straight at
To set myself a goal
By 2010 im tryin to have
A hundred million more
52 foot ceiling you can't touch
It marble on the floor
Webbie trillest nigga I ain't doin nothing
But get my hustle on
Lil trill imma start this thing for my
Dog B, trill fam, trill ent
Deaf kids look up to me so I
Gotta be all I can be
And I grind hard just to get this far
Love my pops for what he did
Never thought I'd be this big
Never thought I'd be this kid
I do it big but I keep my stacks
From big money to big racks
You got a check then we can talk
If you ain't got it then you can walk
I do my thang betta ask around
Chevy whip sittin off the ground
Burnin rubber throughout your town
Ohh yeah boy we get it down
No blue cars black cars now
Couldn't see me through an ultrasound
Too far like a mile long
Im getting money like Mulan
Imma buy a house, buy my own estate
Been hungry eat your whole plate
Never turn on your main mayne or
You'll crash like an airplane
Trill fam that's till the end
We all family can be friends
Hustle hard for your dividends
Loyalty never defense
That crooked man can't be your friend
Betta leave that boy alone
Or he will leave you all alone
Time to start from scratch homes
Lambo on the side
Chevy sittin high yeah bitch
That's how we ride that's how we do it
We posted up up in the club, bottles on ice
Pockets full of hundred and we
Got the cheapest price that's how we do it
Lil Boosie
Let me tell you how I rock, pocket
Full of rocks, bottle in the air
Livin without a care
Let me tell you what I like
Head with cold sprite
Let me tell you what I hate
Haters with no cake
Let me tell you what I make
Money with big stacks
Let me tell you why they
Hatin, cuz I young, rich, and black
Hoes lick my nutsack, rose by the six pack
Skeet that shit off in they mouth
(opps) and I ain't feel bad
Gotta have my funds straight
Time flyin gotta have my sons
Straight so they can shine
Wake up to get it up I hope you on the grind
Cuz if you bullshitn' you'll
Get lapped this time
Im on the money makin mission
Got me handling bucks
Been countin money for so long
My fuckin hands cramp up
Get my keys I be ridin
Put my b's in my pocket
Keep ridin dirty cuz the people can't stop it
Webbie
Hustlin, 50 streets back against the wall
Scarred up since I was small
Ive been through some shit to ball
The heat was on I couldn't stop
I had to let the cannons pop
The Bentleys fallin through the roof and
Now Im standin at the top
Grindin with my nigga B
Finally where im supposed to be
I know my boy watchin over me still
I keep my shit close to me
Im doin this for my nigga T
Specially for my nigga Mell
Specially for my niggas doin the
L and getting outta jail
What ever be good as hell it
Ain't nothin on a nigga plate
Hungry than a motherfucka a hustla
Eat a nigga face
Imma keep it trill you can chill
But time ain't gon wait
You betta go head and get your
Paper before it get to late
Had to set myself straight at
To set myself a goal
By 2010 im tryin to have
A hundred million more
52 foot ceiling you can't touch
It marble on the floor
Webbie trillest nigga I ain't doin nothing
But get my hustle on
Lil trill imma start this thing for my
Dog B, trill fam, trill ent
Deaf kids look up to me so I
Gotta be all I can be
And I grind hard just to get this far
Love my pops for what he did
Never thought I'd be this big
Never thought I'd be this kid
I do it big but I keep my stacks
From big money to big racks
You got a check then we can talk
If you ain't got it then you can walk
I do my thang betta ask around
Chevy whip sittin off the ground
Burnin rubber throughout your town
Ohh yeah boy we get it down
No blue cars black cars now
Couldn't see me through an ultrasound
Too far like a mile long
Im getting money like Mulan
Imma buy a house, buy my own estate
Been hungry eat your whole plate
Never turn on your main mayne or
You'll crash like an airplane
Trill fam that's till the end
We all family can be friends
Hustle hard for your dividends
Loyalty never defense
That crooked man can't be your friend
Betta leave that boy alone
Or he will leave you all alone
Time to start from scratch homes