Where It's At

[Intro: Cory Mo]

I'd like to dedicate this song

To them old flea market outfit wearin' ass niggas man

I ain't ever seen you in no Cadillac

And I ain't never seen you with a bad bitch man

Gone with all the bullshit, get up off the booboo man

If the pimp was here right now, he would expose you

[Hook: Cory Mo]

You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac

You say you got all the hoes well where they at

You said you stackin' that bread

Yea bitch I heard what you said

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

You said you packin' that iron, nigga why you lyin'

She ain't gonna let you get it pimpin' it stop tryin'

You said yo' stackin' that cash we not believin' yo ass

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

[Verse 1: Cory Mo]

I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin' about the shit that they do

But don't get it twisted those bitches be ridiculous too

Thats why I hustle by my lonely speakin' only the truth

If the profit margin ain't large enough, I'm chunkin' the deuce

Show some respect, stop talkin' out the side of you neck

You say you ballin' why you stallin' then? cut me my check

All you do is fabricate the truth with special effects

You need to take them monkey diamonds

Off you neck and you wrists, ya bitch

Yeah you talk a good game but it ain't no truth in it

If it ain't no proof then it ain't no use for you to claim that you pimpin'

You violatin' codes, (one) gain a soul not told

(two) separate friends from foes

(Three) never put trust in hoes, (four) what all glitters ain't gold

Bars and seven they sold

Still ain't sellin no records, you so irrelevant bro

You speak about it but nobody never seen it though

Difference between us, I don't say it if I don't mean it ho

[Hook: Cory Mo]

You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac

You say you got all the hoes well where they at

You said you stackin' that bread

Yea bitch I heard what you said

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

You said you packin' that iron, nigga why you lyin'

She ain't gonna let you get it pimpin' it stop tryin'

You said yo' stackin' that cash we not believin' yo ass

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]

Hey now for starters I ain't fuckin' with no frauds

Came in houses in old schools in they garages

Like every bitch that they done fuck was dying for menages (?)

Its all make believe these niggas lookin' like mirages

Bank account margin ain't equivelant to starvin'

Niggas in the club tryin' to floss, can't pay they mortgage

Actin' like he boss catchin' flights and takin' off

Wouldn't bust a grape front like he might break you off

Shit now Hol' up, I ain't trippin'

Keep it real if you'se a poor pimp, some of ya'll niggas so simp

You'd rather trick than buy more shrimp

Or rather blow up like four blimps

Get my gators slam my dough

Ball in my paint with a cup full of drank

Do what you ain't and break these hoes

Pull up, hop out so clean, talkin' diamonds and wood

Do it bigger than big, know you can't but you should

Know you would if you could, I'm just stating the facts

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

[Hook: Cory Mo]

You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac

You say you got all the hoes well where they at

You said you stackin' that bread

Yea bitch I heard what you said

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

You said you packin' that iron, nigga why you lyin'

She ain't gonna let you get it pimpin' it stop tryin'

You said yo' stackin' that cash we not believin' yo ass

Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at