From Da South

BandPlay Uh Chorus Woah Plain jane Cartiers for the bifocals Bifocals I can let it rain, make it flood up the score Make it flood up the score Hellcat fat, I done blew up out the motor I done blew up out the motor You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even gotta show it I ain't even gotta show it Fuck the plug, I need the cord, that's the nigga that grow it That's the nigga that grow it Balling every quarter Woah, guaranteed I won't blow up Let's go Pink slip for the whips Woah, guarantee they can't tow it Nah, uh-uh No Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour On tour Thug life, but I can't go out like Shakur Like Shakur Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain't goin' Know we ain't goin' Big way before the rap, I was already blowin' I was already blowin' Hear the BandPlay choppin', knockin' out your ear drums Ear drums Young rich nigga from the South puttin' on Puttin' on Now I get paid just to get up on a song Get up on a song, let's go Verse 1 Love sippin' codeine, can't leave the V 'lone Can't leave the V 'lone When the hood genie, these niggas be clones These niggas be clones Shinin' all the way, nigga, better hold on Better hold on Can't change number, this a million dollar phone Million dollar phone You a rat and a bitch, we would never get along We would never get along I won't let him get a break Woah, hit him layin' in his home Woah Nigga don't want smoke, he put my name in a song My name in a song Pack just hit and it's already gone Already gone Bad bitch layin' in my bed in a thong In my bed in a thong Slam dunk a ho like my first name Stone First name Stone Hit the ho once, now I'm livin' in Quan Livin' in Quan Pop a Perc' with a Addy, now I'm in my own zone In my own zone Pull up, pick a halftime, got a nigga stoned Got a nigga stoned Bitches love a nigga like I'm who Mike Jones Who Mike Jones But don't get it mixed up, bitch, I'm big Frozone Big Frozone, let's go Chorus Woah Plain jane Cartiers for the bifocals Bifocals I can let it rain, make it flood up the score Make it flood up the score Hellcat fat, I done blew up out the motor I done blew up out the motor You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even gotta show it I ain't even gotta show it Fuck the plug, I need the cord, that's the nigga that grow it That's the nigga that grow it Balling every quarter Woah, guaranteed I won't blow up Let's go Pink slip for the whips Woah, guarantee they can't tow it Nah, uh-uh No Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour On tour Thug life, but I can't go out like Shakur Like Shakur Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain't goin' Know we ain't goin' Big way before the rap, I was already blowin' I was already blowin' Hear the BandPlay choppin', knockin' out your ear drums Ear drums Young rich nigga from the South puttin' on Puttin' on Now I get paid just to get up on a song Get up on a song, let's go Verse 2 Keep playin' with a bitch, now they say that I'm wrong Say that I'm wrong New opp pack, yeah, the odor real strong Yeah, the odor real strong Devil on my back, still rockin' VLONE Still rockin' VLONE Tell 'em when you talk to me, better watch your tone Nigga, better watch your tone Catch a nigga down bad, leave his face in his phone Leave his face in a phone Yeah, I hear him talkin', but I'm still on Better get some money, get it broke, sendin' one no more No And I'm in the hood when I'm back home Woah Post on the block with a deuce and a styrofoam Styrofoam I don't like to talk and my money long Woah Grippin' on the wood on the 'Cat like a microphone Like a microphone In the trap like my name Corleone Woah Hundred bags in, we gon' get 'em in and get 'em gone And get 'em gone Hit the club tatted with my chains on Woah Standin' on the couch, throwin' money all night long All night long You know what I'm on Chorus Woah Plain jane Cartiers for the bifocals Bifocals I can let it rain, make it flood up the score Make it flood up the score Hellcat fat, I done blew up out the motor I done blew up out the motor You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even gotta show it I ain't even gotta show it Fuck the plug, I need the cord, that's the nigga that grow it That's the nigga that grow it Balling every quarter Woah, guaranteed I won't blow up Let's go Pink slip for the whips Woah, guarantee they can't tow it Nah, uh-uh No Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour On tour Thug life, but I can't go out like Shakur Like Shakur Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain't goin' Know we ain't goin' Big way before the rap, I was already blowin' I was already blowin' Hear the BandPlay choppin', knockin' out your ear drums Ear drums Young rich nigga from the South puttin' on Puttin' on Now I get paid just to get up on a song Get up on a song