Bleed

Yeah yeah, ayy yeah yeah, yeah, what happened, ayy
Four years later they still sleepin on me
And I aint gotta get the strap cause I still keep it on me
Its crazy how I got a big **** without a ****, uh
Its Young M.A. dont ever let that name come out yo lips
Im the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib
And you can die inside your livin room
If gettin money mean you dumb then **** it I been a fool
And I aint just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
Id rather be inside some ** *** than do this interview
Little gay ***** hoes been on me since like middle school
Break up with a ***** by next week I wont remember you
Just because Im put it in dont mean Im into you
Into foreign countries with a foreign chick, foreign whip
Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign ****
*****s wildin out in Paris, Colt you recordin this
Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin ****
**** it up on tour and ****, red handle done, importin ****
Its funny how haters throwin shots
But they aint callin it
Uh, clear the way make some room please excuse
Thats a real ***** walkin in
Huh its M.A * ****
You got somethin on your mind
Then say that **** (say that ****)
We kingpins this is not a play pound
In other words we dont play that ****
M.A bout to drop, better play that ****
Hoes love me man, them *****s hate that****
They be like ooouuu, I hate that *****
Ooouuu but aint they broke, and aint I rich
Ouuu, ouuu shake em off
***** s wasnt on their job, had to lay em off
Her ***** wasnt on his job, had to break her off
Three words for these hoes, take it off
Ouuu, drop panties, no hands please,
She dont need plan Bs
She pop xannies, like its candy, thats why she antsy
But she nasty,
And Im a thorough bread ***** with a attitude
Its Young M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
Being broke is a joke
Thats why Im never in a laughin mood
Always got the trap clickin like they some tappin shoes
It was either get rich or die, I had to choose
Get Rich or Die Tryin, Curtis Jackson move
Bipolar, cant control her, keep it true with me
Strike across my shoulder
Cause my mind is like a bag of screws
Huh its M.A *****
You got somethin on your mind
Then say that **** (say that ****)
We kingpins this is not a play pound
In other words we dont play that ****
M.A bout to drop, better play that ****
Hoes love me man, them *****s hate that ****
They be like ooouuu, I hate that *****
Ooouuu but aint they are broke, and aint I rich
Flex, ooouuu heard the least
In this ** ********** booth leavin third degrees
Cookin crack up in that stew I gotta serve the fiends
Hop in that Maybach tell the driver umm, curtains please
Rich and filthy still rock silky red rose certainly
Black and blue, that gray one too,
Just copped that burgundy
I swear I try to change my ways but it aint work for me
**** a ** *** cause currently my mood is currency
And Im, sippin Hennessy, make sure its privilege please
Im countin up, she said How much? I said infinity
If I dont come for you then do not send for me
Cause I will pop this brand new Glock
And take her virginity (grr)
Uh, big pimpin spendin Gs
What I look like trickin on a *****,
That aint the **** for me
Keep being my vicinity without abilities
All you haters suck my nuts and suck my dignity
Sheesh