[Intro: Boldy James]
Boldy blocks (How are you?)
227 (Only us)
Concreatures (Game time)
Hell block (Mafia)
Detroit (What else?)
Let's Get it
There's some hoes in this house (Go!) X3
That's my five dolla ho
There's some hoes in this house (Go!) X3
How much I gotta blow?
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I'm working out that bag that you wish you had your hand in
Lying in your raps about some shit me and my man lived
Back when I was coming up, hits me and my fam did
N***a you was never one of us, you was hand fed
Paying 40 for the lean and n***as on they last leg
I keep that .40 with the beamer, don't have 40, ask Viz
How I'm cut? My n***as drilling
Don't believe me? Ask Dez
Shot him up and didn't kill 'em, but I left him half dead
Woke up out that coma, popping SOMAs, on his death bed
Got up on his good foot and hopped up on his bad leg
Cause bullets fly and numbers don't lie, this a math quiz
If you get that bag in, can I get an ad-lib?
Yeeeeaaaaah
Me and Yankee cracking crab legs
Up in locals now we up in Strokers
And that ass so fat I need a lap dance
Hamiltons and Jacksons
Came with two, I gave her 20, she gave me back 10
[Hook: Boldy James]
Ma, I just gotta know
How much I gotta blow
How much i gotta throw at a five dolla ho (Let's Get it)
Ma, I just gotta know (Whoa!)
How much I gotta blow (Ok)
How much i gotta throw at a five dolla ho
There's some hoes in this house (Go!) X3
That's my five dolla ho
There's some hoes in this house (Go!) X3
How much I gotta blow?
[Verse 2: Problem]
I ain't scared of a n***a, I ain't regular quick
Got workout, squad a helluva fit
Boy bird fly on some pelican shit
Little bitty n***a with an elephant dick
And these n***as' hoes be loving it
Pull up, shut it down like the government
Banging my gang out in public
And punch a mark n***a for the fuck of it
I'm on that, out the hood and ain't going back
Don't sweat the past cause that's going back
Say "yes" to cash and y'all knowing that. What?!
No root when I flow it, count the poet, y'all know it, I done did the due
On the track, on my toes like a running shoe
Stay grounded like when your mamma punished you
I'm 100 proof
No matter how you feel about it
Paper never chill about it
If it doesn't count or mean another comma in bank
Money, we can't live without it, but I gotta keep it solid
Just because I'm getting it, don't mean a ???? ain't a thing
But the way I move, I got it, five kids and counting
You feel me?!
But Imma live this way 'til God or a young bitch n***a come kill me
What?!
[Hook: Boldy James]
[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
Gotta get some hoes in this house
"All Gold Everything"
When you give me head bitch, keep them golds in your mouth
Weird ass n***a from the eastside
When we pull up on you fuck n***as, bitch you know what we 'bout
Rappers sound dead in a brand new Bugatti
Murder everything ????
Throwing up the A, n***a magna cum laude
Gotta a trust fund for the kids, muthafuck Versace
Yeah, shit I'm done with these fools
Who the fuck said getting money ain't cool?
I been broke bitch, I couldn't feed my kids
I ain't going back n***a, shit I'm done with that blues
Feel God when I beast on a tune
These n***as more pussy than Reese Witherspoon
If she bust it open she can get the keys to my room
If you say my name wrong that can lead to your doom
Yeah, n***a word to Big Pun
I told a bitch I'm in the game like Tron
I ain't got the crown yet, but you can call me the king
I be damned, swear to God, man, I feel like one
I learned to adjust to complications
I'm 'bout to progress my situation
Fuck n***as must be the new Cool Kids
That's all I see, these n***as still hating
[Hook: Boldy James]
