Right Above It Explicit E

Kane is in the building. Now Tell Me how you love it. You know you at The top when only heaven's right above it. We on. Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marla G, bro. Flyin' Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows. And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably Should know. This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood Flow. And, uh, my real friends never hearin' from Me. Fake friends write the wrong answers on the Mirror for me. That's why I pick and choose. I don't get shit confused. I got a small circle. I'm not with different crews. We walk the same path, but got on different Shoes. Live in the same building, but we got Different views. I got a couple cars I never Get to use. Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos. And these days all the girls is down to Roll. I hit the strip club and all them Bitches find the pole. Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' Kinda slow. Just tell my girl to tell her Friend that it's time to go. Now tell me how you love it. You know you at the top when only heaven's Right above it. We on. It's Young Money, motherfucker. If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, Motherfucker. Alright. Now somebody show some money in this bitch. And I got my bees whippin' like some honey In this bitch. Keep me on the fresh train. Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the List of guest names. And all of my riders do not give a Fuck, X Games. Guns turn you boys into pussies, Sex change. And I smoke 'til I got chest pains. And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James. Women are possessive, and they wanna Possess Wayne. I been fly so long I fell Asleep on the fuckin' plane. Skinny pants and some Vans. Call me triple A, get my advance. See me, but never overlook me. I'm on a paper trail, it ain't no tellin' Where it took me. Yeah, and I ain't a killer, but don't push Me. Now tell me how you love it. You know you at the top when only heaven's Right above it. We on. It's Young Money, motherfucker. If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, Motherfucker. Alright. Now somebody show some money in this bitch. And I got my bees whippin' like some honey In this bitch, ya dig? I got my gun in my boot purse. And I don't bust back because I shoot first. How do he say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better Red. Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off My second leg. Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, Eleventh grade. Fall on automatic start. I could hand it to Drake or do a Quarterback draw. Wildcat offense, check the paw prints. We in the building, you niggas in the— Now Come and be my blood donor. Flow so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug On her. Do it big or let the small— Nigga nothin' shorter than President Carter. Young Money Democrat, uh. Now tell me how you love it. You know you at the top when only heaven's Right above it. We on. It's Young Money, motherfucker. If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, Motherfucker. Alright. Now somebody— And I got my bees whippin' like Some honey in this bitch, ya dig? And I got my gun in my boot purse. And I don't bust back because I shoot first. We on. Young Money, Motherfucker.