[Intro: G Money]
What's good
It's ya boy Gregory Monette Jr., AKA G-Money
I'm here to introduce the *astounding* music video, produced by yours truly, me
I know it's what y'all all been waiting for, and it's finally here
Aaron StudioTime Thomas
AKA young Teezo Suave
AKA DJ Aye-Tee
Video premiere, hit premiere, it's finally here, folks
May 1st 2011, save the date, 5:11 on the dot, sun hittin' all the right spots. Let's get it, baby
Class of 2011 is the class that we reppin'
Let's get it. Aha
*light siren beeps*
[Verse 1]
You see, losing's not an option
If I like it, Ima cop it
Why you niggas cock blocking
And my team is bottle poppin'
And your girlfriend rеally watching
Cause she wanna kawasaki
Kick it, Mr. Miyagi, while I'm chilling, еating teriyaki
? a game of hockey
More polos than a jockey
Your girlfriend Helen Keller but she still gotta watch me
G-g-g-g-get it?
Helen Keller was blind
And hopefully she can aid y'all with the signs then Ima shine
[Chorus]
I hate when niggas say they ain't got time for it
See me, I was designed for it
My city's what I shine for it
My mixtape's like a cool grace (cool grace?)
Stand in line for it
Like the package with the Space Jams & Concords
Ho-ho-ho's in my car call me Santa Claus
So much game, make Mrs. Clause take them panties off, aye
I say, take them panties off (panties off)
Let me swing at it, knock it out, baseball (*cheers*)
You see, the money and the fame's what I'm after (after)
Team on my back, like my jersey on backwards (backwards)
Press fast forward, getting to the money faster (faster)
Swag, now I'm spaced
You can call me William Shatner (Shatner)
[Post-Chorus]
Ay-ay-aye Tee, you a beast
Bossy, you big, too
This one gotta be free
I swear all of these rappers turn too sweet
And I am ready to eat, so y'all niggas just my feast
No homo though
[Verse 2]
My tattoo on her side, my promo hoe
Do re mi fa so la ti do
I make her sing notes
(Slam her on) Slam her on the table
Now I know
Oh, that's your nigga? Shit
Put my clothes on, time to go
Baby daddy drama? I don't deal with it
That ain't my cup of tea
Home skillet biscuit
Roast it like a skillet
But I ain't got no feelings
Better leave her in her feelings
(Better leave her in her feelings)
[Pre-Chorus]
Aye Tee, you a beast
Bossy, you big, too
This one gotta be free
[Chorus]
I-I-I hate when niggas say they ain't got time for it
See me, I was designed for it
My city's what I shine for it (I shine for, told ya)
This one gotta be free
This- this one gotta be free
This- this one gotta be free
Aye Tee, you a beast
[Outro: G-Money]
If I fall, ? skates
But hold me tight
Cause we gon' be safe
That's what I'm on
We gon' be straight (yeah)
