C.M.L., Prince Quell - Like Father Like Son lyrics

Let Hank talk his shit
Million dollar nigga I'm as good as it gets
I rock a lot of ice because
I'm hotter than some grit's
Looking for that motherfucking hoe
That you was with you pouring up a deuce
Blood I'm pouring up a brick
Wide-body Benz with the AMG kit
I blew $30, 000 now I'm looking for a lick
I'm up and down the blade
Nigga looking for a bitch
Police at my daddy house, we did another skit
Go and pick your nigga up, we did another hit
Flexing on the suckers that can't
Fuck with me a bit
I knock the baddest bitches because
They know a nigga lit
I'm looking like some money
Richest nigga in my city heavyweight Hank
Ain't nobody fucking with me
I'm worth a couple million


Heard some niggas out to get me
I pulled up in they hood with
Some killers riding with me
I got too many hoes
I can't fuck with you I'm busy
I'm in the bitch ear
When I'm done she gon' be dizzy
My last bitch left but I
Know that hoe miss me i got a full clip for
Anybody that's against me
Applying all this pressure
I've been eating for a minute
It's beef in the streets
I ain't out bitch I'm in it
My foot up on they neck
Man I swear these boys timid
You love being broke
But I swear I don't get it
Nigga say he robbed me, I know a nigga didn't
A nigga rob me
His whole family gon' be missing
Flexing with a $100
000 had to say I'm tripping
Get that boy a thong
'cause that nigga stay bitching
She chose with a heavyweight
She made that decision
She got up on her knees and
Gave me head on collision
All I see is money
Ain't no fucking up my vision
I been had a blue check, nigga did I mention?
He stared at my chain man
I feel a little tension
He tried to snatch this
Give that boy the whole extension
Put him on the news since
He begging for attention
I got a lot to lose
But my trigger finger itching
I don't like to talk
I think everybody snitching
I'm fucking on my hoe, on the floor
In my kitchen i love going shopping nigga
Everyday is Christmas i got another hoe
She in Detroit like the Pistons

I got a lot of dough
My pockets flipped I know they pissed
This nigga loving on that hoe
We been ran through that bitch
Bro shooting trying to score
Like he playing for the Knicks
She know that a nigga balling
'cause I always stay dripped
I ain't taking no losses
All a nigga do is win
And they know I'm pimping hard
All that nigga do is simp
I let her blow me like a vent
We in the foreign behind tints
I'm just flexing in my bag
Nigga let me talk my shit
I been counting up these bands
Got my hands cropping up
She gon' blow me, then my mans
All these bitches is some sluts
Every time I walk in
Them groupies start acting up
You niggas wouldn't bust a grape or
Sting a bee y'all ain't tough
I just counted 20 G's I
Had stashed in the tuck
I could never love no hoe
Just get the bag then I cut
They say this piece shining on me
Is it flashing or what?
They praying on my downfall
I'm just hoping I stay up
Them boys acting like they balling
But I been caught they bluff
Like a Thanksgiving turkey
All my pockets stay stuffed
We run them niggas out the city
Man they ass ain't get up
It's only bosses at this table nigga
You can't hang with us
I swear they undercover agents
Working with the police
I'll have her down all night
Youngster get no sleep
I beat it like Mike, night night, go to sleep
Got me feeling like Pac, it's all eyes on me