| Lyrics: | [Mase]
Uh, uh, come on, uh
It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo
Now I
want they ass in my limo cuz now I'm a sex symbol
Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay
Leno
Now all the labels out wanna send a memo
To do a remix ya'll, but Mase say N-O
Figure once I make it, they'll fake it
And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked
And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed
Now a nigga' tape on blast, I laugh
Figure as days pass, make more cash
And I push everything from E to H-class
Four
years ago couldn't go to a show
I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for dough
Now I
no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll
On a yacht, nigga fuck a boat that row
[1] -
With all this money that we can make,
Why ya'll cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get
money with us, do you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
With all this
money that we can make
Why ya'll cats wanna playa hate?
Do you wanna get money with us, do
you wanna?
Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna?
[Mase]
Yo, the reality
of it all, everybody can't ball
If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me
But
see, I could go the whole summer, gold Hummer
But I'd rather go Lex bubble, cuz it's less
trouble
Make my dough and I just stack, no investment
I live off just that
Money,
hoes, and clothes, and shit that I'm best at
But I'm a Bad Boy so you gotta expect that
Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to
Make hot jams ya'll, sell bicoastal
If
you want a hit you can let me coach you
Money back on anything that got my vocals
This is
so true, I do what pros do, |
