70 Bars & No Hook

I keep some linen that's clean, 50 thou in my jeans

Keep about ten pretty bitches on my team

I smoke I don't drink lean

And my niggas in here

Cash Money Young Money yeah this is our year

Eatin rappers for dinner, pass the knife and fork

Got 'em nervous like when that hurricane was bout to hit New York

It's a master at work, shit you niggas could learn

Could tell we smokin the stick, look how slow that it burn

And my lil youngins is ridin, and they down for whatever

In the four man drive, fuck it!

We ridin together

Alot of youngins in the game but they know who do it better

Diamonds shine bright like a Coogi sweater

I'm sayin

Why you niggas lyin in your rhymes?

You a D-Boy cause you? A couple times

Man I ain't buyin that bullshit

You niggas is lame

Bunch of clown ass niggas, you niggas is strange

Better be watchin the boy, cause I'm on fire

24 years old and I can fuckin retire

I'm the hottest out, shit I know I am

Plus I got more hits than Summerslam

I'm goin stupid

Yeah like I lost to school

I call my own shots like a nigga playin in pool

I try my best to pray, well as much as I can

I love my momma, love my daughter, and I love my fans

I gotta bad bitch that work in K. O. D

She charge niggas for that pussy but I get it for free

And to you ol' niggas

Slow your role nigga

Hang it up like some fuckin dry clothes nigga

Cause this that young nigga rap, I spit that ignorant shit

One thing I can't stand is an ignorant bitch

(Yeah man)You ain't seein Bow Weezy

All black everything, but it ain't Young Jeezy

Muthafucka, it's the B. O

Represent the C. O

Mr. Big Dick, ask your girlfriend, she know

Damn this weed so strong, smokin outta this bong

Damn I'm so high, boy I forgot the words to this song

(I put in work!)