Joe Budden - I Gotta Ask lyrics
[Joe Budden - I Gotta Ask lyrics]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest
Cars New Jersey's ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest
Mixtapes that you ever heard
And it's all courtesy of weed, a
Couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me
Some bread'll come and drop it off (word)
I wish she start tongueing a girl
But she won't pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn't with the shit
So what you hopping for?
When pussy's thrown your way every nanosecond
It's not an option y'all normally a sponge
But this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why y'all are dressed like Metro Boomin? I
Wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn't mean
Who is more popular
But, I just booked my next nine months
Ready to lock in more
Money there's a lot to grab
Before we get to it there's a
Question that I gotta ask
Where's all my niggas with the rubber grips?
(bust shots)
And if you with me mama, rub on ya tit's
(and what not)
I hear they thinkin' bout speakin' my name
Bet if they could I'm takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me, I'm good
Money on the wood
Money on wishin' that money would
That's him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, baby
Two bitches, three's company
How I half with her
This Hennessy don't do the trick
Then watch the Jack trip her
I'm tryna' buy a compound
I need the pad bigger
That's seven bed rooms, eight and half baths
I figure bad strippers
And fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin' she'll
Get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottles comin'
Guess who orderin' 'em
I'm pointin' at one, they all coming in
Every rapper in the world
My crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house
Nobody walking again
What time you get off, I'm showing up there
Nine in one hand, 45 in the other
'round quarter to ten
I mean, the money there's a lot to grab
Before we get to it there's a
Question that I gotta ask
Where's all my niggas with the rubber grips?
(bust shots)
And if you with me mama, rub on ya tit's
(and what not)
How many MC's must get dissed?
In the great words of Buckshot
My answer's "why the fuck not?"
Come to bars
I'm the same nigga that love to club hop
Don't be the guy to get your
Entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin' the block
Way down to the crooked businessman
Thats fudgin' them docs
The early teams in the hoods
Out there fuckin' with cops
Know they fuck with us back now
Especially if you black now it's Joe
To driving some of the hottest
Cars New Jersey's ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest
Mixtapes that you ever heard
And it's all courtesy of weed, a
Couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me
Some bread'll come and drop it off (word)
I wish she start tongueing a girl
But she won't pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn't with the shit
So what you hopping for?
When pussy's thrown your way every nanosecond
It's not an option y'all normally a sponge
But this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why y'all are dressed like Metro Boomin? I
Wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn't mean
Who is more popular
But, I just booked my next nine months
Ready to lock in more
Money there's a lot to grab
Before we get to it there's a
Question that I gotta ask
Where's all my niggas with the rubber grips?
(bust shots)
And if you with me mama, rub on ya tit's
(and what not)
I hear they thinkin' bout speakin' my name
Bet if they could I'm takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me, I'm good
Money on the wood
Money on wishin' that money would
That's him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, baby
Two bitches, three's company
How I half with her
This Hennessy don't do the trick
Then watch the Jack trip her
I'm tryna' buy a compound
I need the pad bigger
That's seven bed rooms, eight and half baths
I figure bad strippers
And fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin' she'll
Get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottles comin'
Guess who orderin' 'em
I'm pointin' at one, they all coming in
Every rapper in the world
My crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house
Nobody walking again
What time you get off, I'm showing up there
Nine in one hand, 45 in the other
'round quarter to ten
I mean, the money there's a lot to grab
Before we get to it there's a
Question that I gotta ask
Where's all my niggas with the rubber grips?
(bust shots)
And if you with me mama, rub on ya tit's
(and what not)
How many MC's must get dissed?
In the great words of Buckshot
My answer's "why the fuck not?"
Come to bars
I'm the same nigga that love to club hop
Don't be the guy to get your
Entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin' the block
Way down to the crooked businessman
Thats fudgin' them docs
The early teams in the hoods
Out there fuckin' with cops
Know they fuck with us back now
Especially if you black now it's Joe