Taking Pictures

[Verse 1: Red cafe] The money on the wood, The "B" on the hood So what I talk I live, Let it be understood The smell is so good, Presidential on the street You know a nigga never put a pencil on a beat Spring fresh, At the spring fest Perfect attendence motherfucker, We bling best Huh, This a bossed up king set Is r Cain, Loso and my mane Freck Can't be cloned, I rise like baked flour Can't be stoned, I'm high as the Sear's Tower Live by the code, Ride don't dare cowar 24 straight hours, I'm Jack Bauer Punish the block, With the milk white powder Enough water to give the burrough a light shower Enough hammers grip grip, And cause thunder I'm just here to get the bread, I ain't talkin Wonder But the feds takin pictures of me Da lean like it's on syrup, Need a picture of me I'm so Brooklyn, I scream aper-pay I'm so Flatbush, I'm labor day I'm the pie baker, I'm doin cakes today I'm gettin rid of the weight, I'm Ricky Lake today It's the fidda didda dam on ya cam Murda a make dem boys blam [Verse 2: Fabolous] I wasn't one that'll flash em, I rather buck em Most niggas a stash em, I rather tuck em I either CL class em, Or Rover truck em Den drive right past em like motherfuck em See the game likes wall street I watch the ups and downs like stock betters I'm Velveeta with it, Still gettin block cheddar I'm with the rock shredders, Glock outta the box getters Come through like Katrina, They call em the block wetters Blah Blah, Thanks to the rock setters I'm shinin, Reclinin on this Maybech's leather I'm in the Rich Yung mock sweater, block letters Nike airs croc leather, Who rocks better Ask Greg Street bout the Las Veg suite The presidential joint with the Ronald Reg sheets They either throw salt, Or think it's nutmeg sweet So I keep the heat where the stomach and the legs meet It's Loso Croft, You can call me Tomb Raider We break in homes, We the livin room raiders Snatch wifey, Come back for groom later Throw in the back of the van like she on room raiders Ha Ha, The rookie niggas pay homage The bitches throw the box at me like vonage The 4 horsemen, Arm, Ole, Flair, Tully Niggas this fully, Ski mask ya skully [Verse 3: Paul Cain] I'm a Rich Yung boss, Gettin money is my occpation My net worth numbers look like China's population I'm a hustla by blood nigga not relations Stutta gang, Cain put a stop to ya operation Stop debatin, I'm one of the hardest bar for bar Constantly splurtin and I could match the dealers car for car Nigga the god a star, Shinin like a? Some niggas marked with scars, Ya'll know who the gods are But me I ride different, I ain't with the dry snitchin I ain't like these guys bitchin ship jumpin and side switchin I keep live fish and all of my grind pies flippin I'm bout a dollar, I stress it in every rhyme written Some niggas try trippin, walkin drive by grippin Keep the 4-5 clippin, Never catch high and slippin The kind of boss you might die if you try stickin Same dude dat tried 2 hit n everytime miss me I'm untouchable, Teflon bitch See me comin through, You betta strap ya vest on qiuck The rumor is, Gassed up on sum Exon shit Not at all, Take a shot at paul teks gon spit [Verse 4: Freck Billionaire] I'm West Philly Freck, Yes I rock the best ice I lay my trap down like I'm tryin to catch mice And you would think I went to fly skool I'm fresh man like the 1st year of high school Foreign vehicles, Yes I could get em homes 2 of everything, Yes I get em cloned Ya meet ya maker if you play with my checks Testerosa, Testaverde man I play in them jets(Freck) I fuck dime bitches, I'm a dime pitcher My Andre Agassi's older than ya prom picture I take it back, Got the barkley's with the strap Red nose pit, Shit barkin with the strap Work in the hood, Lone sharkin with the crack I stay away from known snitches narcin in the trap Niggas getiin tats tryin 2 make they faces scary I shoot ya tear drop nigga, Like Jason Terry 6-4 Chevy, Jus got it laced in cherry Red wheels too, Don't bring no hatin near me To keep it real, I'm just glad to be here Ya'll frown on the ground, We laugh in the Lear Niggas throw shade at us cause they mad at the glare Ya hear clappin like the Hova show at madison square Yea this how I eat now, See they got to pay homes I make my change in the booth, I'm like a pay phone I'm a slim thug, The bossman fellas Ya'll nigga like L.A., Ya'll loss and jealous Check it the ver 2, My phone cost 11 thou You betta warn a brother like Kevin Lowes You lookin at a nigga who den sold cane I put the purple in the air like soul plane Rap niggas thinkin like damn, What kinda lane he in Switch the black card from plastic 2 titanium I spit the "A" class lines, They spit "B" shit Spit that "B" shit, Ya never gon be shit See how I "C" shit, I bone with the "D' shit Got plenty bitches down in Philly on that "E" shit I say "F" niggas cause I'm on sum "G" shit