Master P, Jeezy - Gone lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Master P, Jeezy - Gone lyrics]
White Bent', big B's
Fuck it up, then we leave big dog, no fleas
Fuck it up, then I leave
Hundred bottles, bitch please
Fuck it up, then we leave
This for my dead homies
This for the tenderonis
I bought a pink pelican
I'm feeling like I'm Tony
I sold my other mansion
And bought another mansion
Call me Quavo big brother
Bitch I'm rich and I'm handsome
The 'Rari out front
And that bitch gettin' bossed-up
Machiavelli on your hoe
Yeah that bitch gettin' tossed up
Used to cut them pancakes
Hide 'em in my cornflakes
Hit it with that razor
Get it naked like a porn tape
I stay up out the way
Because the motherfucker's envy
I'm stackin', I ain't spendin'
My own banker call me stingy
Click-clock, drop top
Richard Muller wristwatch
Real Swiss movement
Nigga miss me with that tick-tock
Push start, no keys fuck it up, then I leave
White Bent', big B's
Fuck it up, then we leave big dog, no fleas
Fuck it up, then I leave
Hundred bottles, bitch please
Fuck it up, then we leave
All white suit, bitch, nigga I ain't stuntin'
Got the spaceship coupe
Nigga cost me four hundred i'm a real boss
Land a helicopter at the crib
Catch a bitch slippin'
I'ma put it in her ribs
Got these young hoes looking
But I'm a grown man
If you over 21, shit, take a couple grand
Shit, I really got a plane
We can fly to Japan
In the club with my niggas
Drinkin' sugar skull liquor
Pour a lil' out for my niggas ain't with us
Pull up in them cars
And them toys go with us
Pull up in them cars
And them girls gone with us
Ball 'til we fall, tell the feds
"Free my niggas"
Push start, no keys fuck it up, then I leave
White Bent', big B's
Fuck it up, then we leave big dog, no fleas
Fuck it up, then I leave
Hundred bottles, bitch please
Fuck it up, then we leave