Amazin'
(专辑: The Recession - 2008)
[Intro] Yeah Can you please mothafucking rise For the
national mothafucking trap star anthem Let's go [Chorus x2] Cause bitch I'm amazing', look what I'm blazing Eyes so low, yea I
look like an Asian Forever clubbing, forever thugging Haters run they mouth, they ain't talking bout nothing [Verse 1] Cause Bitch I'm amazing Closed door armour, looking like it's miller times Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes Bitch I
bust a
lot of rhymes, could of done a
lot of time And I
ain't never snorted shit, put it all up on the
line Got a
lot up on my mind, got a
lot up on my plate Got to feed my hood, So I'm up and down the
interstate The
streets need a
nigga, so I'm in and out that vocal booth Hoes love a
nigga, cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe But nuttin but banana split, say that I'm her favourite If you can take a
lot of dick, I
can talk a
lot of shit Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with Bring you want that gangsta shit, who you niggas fucking with [Chorus] [Verse 2] Cause Bitch I'm amazing First I
sold two mill, then I
sold another one Told them if you pay for three, that I
will front another one Told them if they give me this, then I'll record another one But if you can not give me that, ain't no sense in calling back Fuck you think they sell me for, fuck you think they find me at Damn right American, I'm gonna need a
bigger hat Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a
bigger safe I
got bills up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since 98 Let 'em talk, let 'em hate, watch them lick the
navigate If you touch 'em, wipe 'em off Bring a
brush, then take em off I
can make an avalanche and I
ain't talkin Chevy trucks Call me Georgia lottery cause I'll be talkin mega bucks [Chorus] [Verse 3] Cause Bitch I'm amazing Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller First round draft pick, yea I'm mother fuckin balla Just right your number down, baby girl I
might call ya If she give it to me now, she won't live to see tomorrow And if she playing with it, she won't make it thru the
night Before the
song with kanye, I
had my money right Used to call me vice grips, yea I
get my money tight Now it's time to re up, then I
make my money white You can catch me at my jewel, yea I
like my money bright You can find me at the
lot, yea I
like my money fast Two hundred on the
gas, two hundred on the
dash Yea I'm spending all money, now I'm living in the
past [Chorus]