Obama

[Skit]

Fuck you lookin at aye! *guy mumbles* you think I'm fucking crazy aye! The fuck! You know what I'm sayin'. Sosa's on the motherfucking beat now! Fucking with the fucking I8 driving through the fucking streets. Just tryna carry my fucking shit down the motherfucking ship! You know what I'm sayin'. Don't be fucking callin' your homeboys. I'm just one fucking gangster against all you mother fuckers! Come on! The fuck is up? You know what I'm sayin'. T up mother fucker! Step ya fucking game up!

[Chorus]

Sosa since you got this money, you disappear

That how you feel

In the muthafucking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill

Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live

And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is

When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears

Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids

I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy

Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "really?"

[Verse 1]

On some street shit, come and get you in a Hemi

On some rich shit, pick you up in a Bentley

I'm riding stock paint, and my shit still look like candy

All these tools on me, man I look like Handy Manny

Nigga I'm an astronaut, Nigga you's a Sandy

You ain't never jump out the water, you use to swimming

That mean you never jumped out the porch, no types of sports

I got my own shit, I don't need no type of source

Me and guap, we be kicking it in all types of sorts

Hit the Louis store, and I buy all types of shorts

Don't let me in the NBA, we knock it off the shore

Bump me my muthafucking pistol, knock you off the court

[Chorus]

Sosa since you got this money, you disappear

That how you feel

In the muthafucking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill

Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live

And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is

When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears

Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids

I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy

Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "really?"

[Verse 2]

On some country shit, I pick you up in a dump

Police in my trunk, what the fuck they trying find?

When they pull me over, they say I smell like a pound

I say I'm always going up, I'm never Gloing down

Twitter this, Twitter that, I'm going Slim Dunk

Pull up on ya block, what's in my gun make ya run

This balling shit be fun, but shooting pistols funner

I get the money later, I got shooting pistols hunger

And when I'm done sparking, roll up and I forgot

Sosa you can't have this snub in the club, I ain't retarded

I do everything without giving fucks, I nonchalant it

Sosa, what the goals you want in life? I want the money

Sosa, what type of weed you smoke? I want the onions

Sosa, what type of chips you like? I want the Funyuns

I'm riding low in cold water or I'm riding around

Came with my cannon, can't win, don't try it

[Chorus]

Sosa since you got this money, you disappear

That how you feel

In the muthafucking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill

Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live

And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is

When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears

Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids

I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy

Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "really?"