Uncle Brad E

All the people that was having things and, you Know, riding them big cars and wearing that big Jewelry and all that fly shit, you know, they Was pimping. And all the little bitches worth having And that was doing things, you know, they was Whoring. So that's like everybody was wanting to get With that. Yeah, yeah, there's a lot of pimps Come out the city. Ain't no question. Yeah, a lot of good hoes turn up out Of there, too. I'm sure. Primar-yeah, primarily, uh, WWs. You see, a nigga like me ain't never gave Two shits Lose a ho, gain a ho, and Knock one more bitch Remember being in the hood, I needed one more lick Big homies like Deebo Had me hop that fence I wish they free The G homie, he said one more brick Ended Up with thirteen, but he'll be home real quick If I can make fifty bands, I'll do one More trip And if they ride on the homies, Then it's one more dip Smoke that shit on My newfie while I load that clip Bandana wrapped Around my head, watch me squeeze that tech But Hold up, I'm a fly nigga, you know that Shit Super Fly, Ron O'Neal with my all-white bitch Sent her O. T., she ain't been Back since 'Cause If it don't make dollars, well, you know the Rest Sent her O. T., she ain't Been back since 'Cause if it don't make dollars, well, you know The rest I know I'm a rider I'm looking for the One who gon' be a provider And I know I can find her She get It in the streets, no nine-to-fiver 'Cause I'ma get Money the fast way The old-fashioned scheme-ass way Until my last day 'Cause I'm a nigga tryna Get rich And if it don't make dollars, well, You know the rest Yo, I'ma be rich long as the block pumping Fingers Counting money, a thousand dollar kicks Rocking Dior, feel good to be rich We came from The stones and the sticks Little kids used to Sleep in the bed with the piss Now I'm Rich and I sleep in the bed with the Bitch Foreign whip outside and it belong to my Bitch That big-ass revolver, and yeah, That's my shit Nigga, please raise your voice so I can hop on shit Smack the taste out Your mouth and make you kiss the MAC-10 Big Money, pushing foreigns in the wind See the opps, We scoring again Another bag, we touring again And I think your bitch gettin' boring again Uh, You see that bitch out whorin' again I'm with my other bitch, ignoring her and her Friend Real niggas for the win I know I'm a rider I'm looking for the One who gon' be a provider And I know I can find her She get It in the streets, no nine-to-fiver 'Cause I'ma get Money the fast way The old-fashioned scheme-ass way Until my last day 'Cause I'm a nigga tryna Get rich And if it don't make dollars, Well, you know the rest And Moosey got the Hairy frog You know, I'm gonna love that dope, You know what I'm saying? But now it's gonna Be a feeling there, you know, if the bitch Been reaching you for a while, you know what I'm saying? But it's not really no love to Her. 'Cause way before me and the bitch have A love connection, it's gonna be a bad connection If there ain't no money involved, you know what I'm saying? It's a big difference between the fun Part and the funds part. It ain't no fun if I ain't got no, You know, no money, you what I'm saying? So about money, is that right? Uh, yeah