Ace Hood - THat Part lyrics

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Meantime, in between time
I'm King Kong in the phenom
Bomb like a napalm
Don't give a fuck if niggas hate mine
Got faith
Gotta keep calm never had a weak mind
Niggas snakes like a python
Catch you playing with my life
Line Glock might FaceTime
I'm in the building nigga what they do
I got the Wraith painted neon blue
Who I thought they knew?
Chain cold like the freon do
I'm too blessed gotta say ah-choo
Execute my moves, God with me
I just can not lose
Be legendary like the Moulin Rouge
You niggas better than who?
LOL nigga that part
Got a shorty super thick who tryna
Ride me like a NASCAR
Baby got back she a camel
Playing with the dick like a banjo
Everybody know I got the antidote
Let my nuts hang like a cantaloupe
That part nigga that part
Know I ball like LeBron niggas
Better check the stat charts
Hazard gotta smoke herb, I'm
Star like the Converse, wild at the concert
F me then it's F you too, 488 Ferrari zoom
Them dead presidents in Nino tomb
The safe filled imma need more rooms
Somebody free Lil Tune
He the greatest when it come to the booth
Give credit this is evident proof
14 I was mimicking you
And I feel like I'm the best
Lil nigga 'cause the flows
Way sicker and I think I got the remedy too
God gave me the juice
Kept faith all praises due
So I'm thankful I made it through
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I'm back and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away
I need more options
Broke? Then fix your pockets
All I do is profit

Few million made and still
Ain't changed that part
Me, my girl got matchin' bling that part
I'ma get so blowed
I'ma lose my brain that part
Me and XO only thing go straight
Need me a bitch that'll go both ways
Style on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had to sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the dana danes on it
Got a chopper that stand at 5'2"
I put your homies down beside you
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy! That part that part
That part

Walkin' livin' legend, man I feel like Kobe
(That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I feel like Jordan
Trippin' at my weddin', I be raaa uh ayy
Ain't say shit, nigga
You was listenin' close though
You was listenin' to hoes though
You wouldn't listen to the flow though
Listen to the 'Go
Listen to a young nigga from the 'Go though
I'ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
Get that nigga on the phone
Top Dawg on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!