Young Money

Getting too cold to admit
Judah phone my phone’ll get kicked
Luda been holding my dick
Two to my shooter
I’m cooler than buddha
Maneuvered my jeweler
I’m ruling the rick
I been a tutor
My move they been smoother
And I’m in pursuit of just doing it big
Look what I threw in a fit
Look what I do on a hit
You bitches look stupid as shit
Produce it and spit then I’m gone
Yeah I’m elusive and quick but I’m calm
Yeah I got goose I can sip
But I’m boosting the whip
'Til I loosen the grip in my palm
Shit I been killing them bitches
Not feeling fictitious
Not feeling my new shit is wrong
Shit I been stealing them missions
My meal been delicious
I’m vicious producing a bomb
Bitches be hating me I’m on the rise
I’m who they pray to be I’m with the guys
And I’m debatably swishing just made a three
Yeah bitch I’m paid a g see the demise
Cause it’s green in my eyes
Got that purp in the cup
Never needing the disguise
Got that work and then its tucked
I can see it in his eyes
Wasn’t the reading the surprise
Now he sleeping with the flies
And he hurt with a cut