I ain't really fucked up about none of y'all bitches
It's your boy David Banner
Jones
This song for all the small towns
All the people that's been looked over
That's been struggling all your life
Let's go
Cadillacs and Chevys with them butterfly doors
If you get it how you live it, then you let these niggas know
Screaming, "Fuck you, hoes, fuck you, hoes"
Put your middle finger up and screaming, "Fuck you, hoes"
Cadillacs and Chevys with them butterfly doors
If you getting money, baby, then you let these bitches know
Screaming, "Fuck you, hoes, fuck you, hoes"
Look that bitch off in her eye and screaming, "Fuck you, hoes"
26'S on the lap, them haters sick, ain't it, man?
A new color every month, I got guap painted, man
30 Stacks cash, look, I gave it to the hood
That ain't nothing to the boss, I'm placing diamonds on the wood
I ain't stupid, motherfucker
My cash flow is nuts and it's busting out the rubbers
Don't make me run this pistol in they yaps
If I left Mississippi, then, dick suckers, I'm back
I'm back, but I never left the crib
I just took a little time to run some cock off in your bitch
And let these other rappers eat
But now a nigga back, it's all about DB, motherfucker
Cadillacs and Chevys with them butterfly doors
If you get it how you live it, then you let these niggas know
Screaming, "Fuck you, hoes, fuck you, hoes"
Put your middle finger up and screaming, "Fuck you, hoes"
Cadillacs and Chevys with them butterfly doors
If you getting money, baby, then you let these bitches know
Screaming, "Fuck you, hoes, fuck you, hoes"
Look that bitch off in her eye and screaming, "Fuck you, hoes"
Listen, I went from being a petty hustler
Now I'm the boss, I make deals with heavy customers
The trick is, it's 200 for the buying
And once you flip that ten, it's 200 for the flying
Spur from out the lobby, we don't stunt, we just buy 'em
Then swerve up out the spot like we drunk when we driving
Lamborghini, butterfly doors, rims skinny, touching the floor
We speeding, ducking the law, we weeded, puffing the raw
We heated, tucking the four, say a prayer for a buck and my foes
G-Lin, buck for the shows, a nigga ain't scared to hustle the flows
Cooking in the kitchen, cut up the blow
Hit the block with a couple of bros
Few fiends, touch it and go, gotta be
Aware 'cause we close to the poles
Cadillacs and Chevys with them butterfly doors
If you get it how you live it, then you let these niggas know
Screaming, "Fuck you, hoes, fuck you, hoes"
Put your middle finger up and screaming, "Fuck you, hoes"
Cadillacs and Chevys with them butterfly doors
If you getting money, baby, then you let these bitches know
Screaming, "Fuck you, hoes, fuck you, hoes"
Look that bitch off in her eye and screaming, "Fuck you, hoes"
I'm from the state of big dope slanging, big slave hanging
White stars and GD's banging, red beams aiming
Bust, now your mama singing, "Why my son die?"
I'm sick of your complaining
Ha, so I might shut the fuck up, bitch, that's what that nigga get
For fucking with my clique
Clack, back to they brain
They can hate all they want, but they must respect my name
What is it? David, David, David Banner
Some job-ass niggas don't talk to me
No matter what happen, I'ma walk with G, OG
Look, I'ma ball, I'ma stunt
If you want a role model, roll your young ass a blunt, lil' nigga
Cadillacs and Chevys with them butterfly doors
If you get it how you live it, then you let these niggas know
Screaming, "Fuck you, hoes, fuck you, hoes"
Put your middle finger up and screaming, "Fuck you, hoes"
Cadillacs and Chevys with them butterfly doors
If you getting money, baby, then you let these bitches know
Screaming, "Fuck you, hoes, fuck you, hoes"
Look that bitch off in her eye and screaming, "Fuck you, hoes"
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