Songtext von My 64 Freestyle

Uh Uh Yup Uh Uh Bow Weezy Look Call me Chris Tucker (Why?) Because my money talk And you can tell I'm rich bitch By the way I walk And I get bucks Like Milwaukee do And L.B.W. GANG Yeah that be the crew My closet be looking like footlocker Louie Vuitton shopper Bentley copper Now who is hotter than me? Me being I All the ladies tell touch it like I'm Busta Rhymes I'm in Miami now South Beach white beat Lambo top down You know how I be You say you balling But I ball way harder Black card spending When I down in ball harbor We buy the whole mall up You ask why I'm doing it Cause I can afford it (What kind of stupid question is that?) The chain on my neck cost more then your salary You lame niggas [? ] me Your green is like after me Gucci shades is what cover my eyes And ya boy stay fly Like 365 whip me down Fresh tee and some brand new J's whip me down I'm getting mo money like Damon Wayans And I'm bad like Cool J I got a bad little Houston chick Thick like Beyonce And she my down ass With a round ass And she does anything that the boy ask Sold out shows Everywhere I go Just to hear the young boy from the O-H flow 100 G's per show If I'm selling out anywhere I go Now follow My lead All ya'll young new rappers And take notes Like Rakim I ain't no joke I'm bond to smoke any mic I touch Rock a show 30 thousand plus I make them put they're hands up Bow is what's up I'm in demand I'm the prince of the rap game Nigga I'm the man