Bow Wow - Let It Breathe lyrics

G6, yeah

Got this shit jumpin' like a crackhouse
Rovers and them 'Lacs out
Ballin' like Stackhouse, talk shit
Get packed out i was on a money chase, yeah
I took that fast route
All these rappers garbage to me
Time to take the trash out
Rappers claimin' they rich before they
Take their tax out black card swipin' shit
And could never max out
50 for the walk-through
You know that it's packed out
If I do a show in your city
That's a packed house
Tryna mack on Jordyn Woods
Slid into her DM twice
Tryna see what that be like
Told her I could change her life
Call my nigga Tip, like
"Is it cool to wear this Gucci now?"
'Cause this Gucci shirt been in my
Closet hanging for a while
Hit Miami just to get a tan
Then I bounce back
Designer on my feet, and a name
You can't pronounce that
Call my weed man like "I need
Weed and you can ounce that
And dawg, after I smoke it down
You know I'm coming right back"
32 years old, my nigga
But, I'll still look 16
Chunkin' up the 5, nigga
You know what that shit mean
Bullet never on me, it's on the homie
Hands stay clean side bitch trippin' on me
Always wanna make a scene
So I take that bitch shoppin'
Shut up all that hollerin'
Fashion Nova plus some good dick
Solve all her problems when
She be gettin' on my nerves, dawg
Hit her with the curve, dawg
Love the way she throw that pussy
At me like a curveball
Crap table, yeah, I had to double up
(Double up)
All my bitches bad and they down to fuck
(Down to fuck) every time I drop you
Know that's platinum plus (Platinum plus)
Bosses at the table, you can't sit with us
I thought I told you, boy
You know that it's over, boy
Had the biggest comeback
Feeling like I'm Soulja Boy (Who, Draco?)
Took a couple months off, nigga
I was gettin' bored
Two hundred-thou' a show just for
Me to go on tour
Talk shit but back it up, money come
We bag it up five million, six million
Eight million, boy, i'm up
Jail cell this year
I've been through a lot of shit
Nigga tried to sabotage the name
But y'all ain't stoppin' shit
Pimpin' told me some ho on the music, dawg
Just drop the shit told him I was nervous
I was thinkin' twice 'bout droppin' it
Got a couple label meetings, album, yeah
Shoppin' it
Y'all been begging for this shit
I hope you muh'fuckas coppin' it
I'm in Queens, nigga
Shoppin' at the Coliseum
Walkin' outta GB's in some
Kicks you never seen
(Queens) Street corner store
You know where I'm close to that
Bad bitch, fat ass, walkin' past a laundromat
Short shorts, all that
Said her name was Britney
She be hangin' out in Baisley
She probably fucked 50
Hold up, let that bitch breathea'ight
Let's get to it
Say you gettin' money but your team starvin'
Custom chain and watch
It came from Ben Baller
Ex-fiancée on my line
This bitch still callin'
Shit, I wonder if her nigga
Know she still stalkin'
Brrr, brrr, brrr, nah, I ain't pickin' up
Send her straight to voicemail like
I don't give a fuck
A lot of goals I gotta reach
And I ain't lettin' up
Call Smack, I need a battle, yeah
The bet is up