least I'm not you, Standing at the end of the world Already knowing what I have to do. There's temporary happiness that everybody likes 1, 2, 3, camera
at my mussels And if the dance play out, its back to the hustle Some say the albums commin out, it ain't gon sell Debut at number 1...CLICK! WHEN YOU
a minute girl you leaving your cloths And tickets gonna sell for a major show If yousa a hater at the booth then the booth is closed Now move out
a eat them all day (fuck food) 850 what I represent, Tallahome, Florida president Me and DJ Khaled got these haters looking hesitant So keep all that wackness out
to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody G'd out Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack Than
scripted it and there it go Wanna floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin' Sell out tours, platinum plaque, wall to wall, name ringin' out, from
, welcome to Starblocks Wanna triple your knot? Invest in our stock And now we doin' numbers, numbers like the closeout Be sure you shop wit me before we're sold out
be suffering some type of fault or malfunction You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers
couple of mill I want the whole enchilada Like a couple of bill I'm a hustler like my daddy, like my brother, like my momma Number one and 9 to 5's And nigga real selling
coffee, I be at the bank like get this cash me off me, My car so new, but my money so old, My grill iced out so my barbecues cold, 3-2-1 blast off you
like, damn friendly why you all on me Man I'm out here slanging records shit I stopped selling weed Tell me, are you mad 'cause you see what I drive Or are you checking out
for my haters, Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah Hey, this is a song for my haters, Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest yeah [Verse 1
I be at the bank like get this cash me off me, My car so new, but my money so old, My grill iced out so my barbecues cold, 3-2-1 blast off you bastards
[Z-Ro:] I'm from Missouri City Texas, Ridgemont to be exact Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped And 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws
Texas {shit}, fa sho' though Fresh off the underground circuit Straight into this overground circus (clown ass) I'ma do numbers like the lotto Shoot 'tron straight out
, 2000 Come on 1 - No matter what people say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Won't you come and) We are the number
district [and rep my district] And run up on yo boy like ?Nigga what is it?? I sell each zones [uh huh] They sell like stones [uh huh] Frisco, California
(Yea, yea,...) yea, one time for they mind baby, (buc, buc, buc, buc-buc, buc, buc-buc, buc...) keep the wicked numbers away, haters, i know you want
