(Intro – Young M.A. & 50 Cent)
Yo bro
What’s up?
I think I had too much Hennessy, man
I’m f**king with that Effen
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
Who that? They with us?
I’m a little drizz
Let em in, let em 50
But we in the club, man, OOOUUU
(Verse 1 – 50 Cent)
I let my young ni**as drill like power tools
Power on every week, I make power moves
Talk what? I come through with all kinds of juice
Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews
Got your bi**h telling me to go slow
She bouncing on the stick like a pogo
She went below the belt, that’s a low-blow
Then tried to take a selfie, that’s a no-no
Ni**as be hating on the low though, I see em
See me in the Coupe or that four-door, yeah
You say you the plug, where the dough go? dough go
We throw that at them hoes in the go-go
50 back on that bulls**t
You cool with my opps, we ain’t cool, bi**h
You got to watch how you do s**t
That’s just not how real ni**as do s**t
(Chorus – Young M.A)
Ooouuu, ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake em off
(Verse 2 – Young M.A)
Yea they hate but they broke though, they broke though
And when it’s time to pop they a no-show
Yea I’m pretty but I’m loco, yeah I’m loco
The loud got me moving slow-mo
Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? Where the hoes bro
Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? Where the hoes tho
That other ni**a, he a bozo, he a bozo
It’s M.A, you don’t know ho? You don’t know ho
We got liquor by the boatload, that Henny
Disrespect the Lyfe that’s a no-no, that’s a no-no
All my ni**as dressed in that rojo, Redlyfe
I ride for my guys, that’s the bro code, that’s the bro code
Baby gave me head, that’s a low blow, that’s a low blow
Damn she make me weak when she deep throat, when she deep throat
I need a rich bi**h not a cheap ho, not a cheap ho
They be on that hate s**t, I peep tho, yo I peep tho
My brother told me f**k em, get that money sis, go f**k em
You just keep on grinding on ya hungry s**t aha
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny s**t, ignore the funny s**t
Cause if a ni**a violate, we got a hunnit clips
And we go zero to a hundred quick, ooouuu
We just them ni**as you ain’t f**king with, oh no
Pockets on a chubby chick ah
And still go bag a thottie in some bummy s**t (ooouuu)
Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
Like I don’t always keep the hammer next to me?
Like I ain’t got a hitter to the left of me?
Like we ain’t in these streets more than Sesame?
If that’s your chick, then why she texting me?
Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
Every time I’m out, why she stressing me?
You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
I don’t open doors for a whore
I just want the neck, nothing more
Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
When you tired of your man, give me a call
Dyke bi**hes talking out they jaw
Next minute calling for the law
This nine will have them calling for the lord
They ain’t getting shmoney so they bored
I could never lose, what you thought?
M.A got it on lock, man of course
They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
These haters on my body shake em off
Pu*** I’m a bully and a boss
I’m killing them, sorry for your loss
I just caught a body, Randy Moss R.I.P.
Now this year I’m really going off
(Outro – Young M.A.)
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake em off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em’ off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body shake em off
I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
I could never lose what you thought?
This henny got me, it got me sauced
This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
I could never lose what you thought?
M.A got it on lock man of course
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
