[featuring lunasicc 151]
Chorus: c bo
All i ever wanted was a pair of nikes
A lexus a mansion and eternal life
Maybe what it was i was askin for too much
Prayin to god thinkin and'did he give a fuck?and'
Twelve years old i was always told
Every day i want it that glitter ainand't gold
But fuck that shit i want a twelve inch dick
A coupe a chrome and a money makin bitch
Verse 1: c bo
A and'lac front, back, man, i wish i had it
In a brim, rolex down wit a automatic
I be the shit, pimpin hoes from cali to louisville
Strip em for money in magic city and the a-t-l
Cos see these bitches ainand't shit but investments
And they ainand't worth shit unless they makin profit
I need a money-makin bitch to satisfy my needs
Some pussy, dough, diamonds and gand's
So when i swoop in my coupe, out to get my loot
Collect it from hookers more famous than betty boo
It be that, legalised pimpin thatand's keepin me above the water
Fuck a bitch, get rich and live the life of a baller
Cos a broke bitch ainand't nuttin but a downfall
Unless she cement her money and her mind, yand'all
And wit straight-laced game is how ya take control
I been practisin the shit since twelve years old
Chorus
Verse 2: lunasicc
One foot in the grave and eleven inches insane
Psychotic nigga named lunasicc, squattin out them gold thangs
Slappin these bitches, yand'all canand't be laggin on the payroll
Letand's get your ass right back to the track before your face get steezo
Iand'm cold like the winter, get up in your flesh like a splinter
I dash with the cash then mash on the gas, prepare a hog for dinner
Creepin when iand'm sleepin, my bitch ya want coasted
By the window, wit an ak ready for niggas wit their gunplay
Cap peelers, drug dealers, i thought you knew
That if you fuck wit one of my niggas then youand're fuckin wit the crew
We roll deep like sheep, always strapped wit some heat
Original gangsta, fuck a prankster, ride my nuts like a beat, huh
Iand'm bout it, bout it, but niggas like you, i doubt it, doubt it
I come thru, drinkin blue lookin bout it, bout it
Ready for the gunplay, move the crowd like we the o-jays
Blastin like iand'm crazy out the colt wit my .3-80, mafioso
Chorus
Verse 3: 151
Las vegas, lake tahoe to reno
Bitches on the highest floors of the casinos
Butt naked, checkin money by the g stack
As i pose at the crap tables, sippin on yak
Iand'm just a baller, wit a grip of money-makin hoes
Might catch em foand'-deep in a c-ville on triple golds
Wit cell phones and pagers as if itand's on a grind
So to keep em an x-rated pussy is a goldmine
Iand'm on a major mission to increase my stacks to the highest climax
Iand'm wrapped up in my safe and g-pacts
Crackin like green weed sacks, for slangin, for danglin
Youngstas wit their pants hangin, gangbangin, .45 stangin
Ainand't no tamin, aimin, accurate, we hit em off and slid em off
They get off in the valley, immaculately, sippin rallyand's
Winners are stackin chips up like alleys
From seattle to cali, the north of valley, nigga
Chorus
Bitch!
