C-Note, Juvenile, Birdman - Nah lyrics
[C-Note, Juvenile, Birdman - Nah lyrics]
Cook and cut, nigga
Ice believe it, playboy #1 Stunner nigga
These niggas got Atrice, fucked up
My shit came, but my package bust up
Whoever did it to me, they hiding out
I'ma kill him, if I find out
What I gotta lie about
I done been through it
We'll do it in a minute
CF-5 with the windows tinted
My whole wardrobe, Jabos and Reeboks tennis
Before it's over
All my people gon be up in it
You might see me up in Popeye's
Trying to get me some grub
You might see me bat this bitch up
Cause she went to the club
You might see me following behind
C-Note on dubs you might see me leading it
One of these hoes wan' fuck
I'm not a number one stunner
But I'm still in the race
Baby holding it down
I'm just pleading my case
I want's my position
Nigga leave me some space
They gotta let me do this
Cause I know what it takes
Now if you rolling in the club
And you sitting on dubs
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
You got that ice up on your wrist
And you know you the shit
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
You scratching haters off your list
Hollin' Screwed Up Click
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
C-Note I know you loving my style
I'm like I'm child
And Juvenile, got these hoes running wild
Botany Boys
Hot Boys, we be nothing but soldiers
Putting it down from that Clover
All the way to that Nolia
Got these tats up on my arm
RIP to that Gator two straps up in my palm
Bust on all of you haters
Trying to put twenty karats
Up around my throat
I'm trying to put living lavish
All up on my boat third Coast down South
We be living real lovely
Rolls Royce with that grill
Got me looking real bubbly
And I just spent another mill
On my new-new home
Cause you looking at my rims
Cause they two-two chrome
And them boys put they candy, on them SUV's
Full equipped Playstation, with the DVD's
And I just put plenty platinum
Up on my Hummer
I roll around in Houston Texas
With the #1 Stunner the #1 Stunner
If you the type of boy
That put the rocks in your grill
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
If you the type of boy
That put the mansion on the hill
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
Spent 300 on your cars, cause we ghetto stars
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
Steady blowing on them gars
Got the mansion with bars
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
Now who feared by niggas, and loved by broads
Love driving fast cars
Playing with expensive toys
Acting bad haters mad, we in a Testerosa
Nigga shine like them diamonds
On the Botany poster
Homie best to get your roll on
Like Baby and Fresh
Haters wanna try to test
They catch three to they flesh
Cause we bling-blinging
And got the Glock five sing-singing
My bank account X amount
Got me ching chinging
It's gonna take you plenty years
To pefect my style
I been doing this for years
I protect my child ask Baby and Juvenile
Mayn they know what's up
I keep them Roley's iced up
Filled with princess cuts
How you love that nigga, another platinum hit
Know I'm saying
Screwed Up Click we in this bitch thick
You know Mr lucky Luchiano, Juvenile
Nigga Baby the #1 Stunner, in your face nigga
Big Shots cash Money
Better realized you harmonized nigga
Ice believe it, playboy #1 Stunner nigga
These niggas got Atrice, fucked up
My shit came, but my package bust up
Whoever did it to me, they hiding out
I'ma kill him, if I find out
What I gotta lie about
I done been through it
We'll do it in a minute
CF-5 with the windows tinted
My whole wardrobe, Jabos and Reeboks tennis
Before it's over
All my people gon be up in it
You might see me up in Popeye's
Trying to get me some grub
You might see me bat this bitch up
Cause she went to the club
You might see me following behind
C-Note on dubs you might see me leading it
One of these hoes wan' fuck
I'm not a number one stunner
But I'm still in the race
Baby holding it down
I'm just pleading my case
I want's my position
Nigga leave me some space
They gotta let me do this
Cause I know what it takes
Now if you rolling in the club
And you sitting on dubs
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
You got that ice up on your wrist
And you know you the shit
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
You scratching haters off your list
Hollin' Screwed Up Click
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
C-Note I know you loving my style
I'm like I'm child
And Juvenile, got these hoes running wild
Botany Boys
Hot Boys, we be nothing but soldiers
Putting it down from that Clover
All the way to that Nolia
Got these tats up on my arm
RIP to that Gator two straps up in my palm
Bust on all of you haters
Trying to put twenty karats
Up around my throat
I'm trying to put living lavish
All up on my boat third Coast down South
We be living real lovely
Rolls Royce with that grill
Got me looking real bubbly
And I just spent another mill
On my new-new home
Cause you looking at my rims
Cause they two-two chrome
And them boys put they candy, on them SUV's
Full equipped Playstation, with the DVD's
And I just put plenty platinum
Up on my Hummer
I roll around in Houston Texas
With the #1 Stunner the #1 Stunner
If you the type of boy
That put the rocks in your grill
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
If you the type of boy
That put the mansion on the hill
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
Spent 300 on your cars, cause we ghetto stars
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
Steady blowing on them gars
Got the mansion with bars
Let me hear you say (nah, nah)
Now who feared by niggas, and loved by broads
Love driving fast cars
Playing with expensive toys
Acting bad haters mad, we in a Testerosa
Nigga shine like them diamonds
On the Botany poster
Homie best to get your roll on
Like Baby and Fresh
Haters wanna try to test
They catch three to they flesh
Cause we bling-blinging
And got the Glock five sing-singing
My bank account X amount
Got me ching chinging
It's gonna take you plenty years
To pefect my style
I been doing this for years
I protect my child ask Baby and Juvenile
Mayn they know what's up
I keep them Roley's iced up
Filled with princess cuts
How you love that nigga, another platinum hit
Know I'm saying
Screwed Up Click we in this bitch thick
You know Mr lucky Luchiano, Juvenile
Nigga Baby the #1 Stunner, in your face nigga
Big Shots cash Money
Better realized you harmonized nigga