Max B - West Coast Freestyle Pt. 2 Lyrics
Money comin' in, can't complainGotta make sure all my business steady right, what you wishin' for?Hop up on this dick, you sloreTop up on the kitchen floor, all the tables dirty from that res' on the quarter pieRoll ya eyes at me lil' girl, I'm a rock ya lil' world, cop that pref"Can ya dick me on ya wishes" she want lots of hugs and kissesShe forgot to tuck the biscuits, tried to tell her it's her fault*****in' broad gave me her income tax, I'll push out and then come stacksI'll pull out and then come back, niggaz just love my styleI'm a beast, just with this rappin' shit, he gon' run up and clap him quickHe gon' make me slap the *****, grab the shit, certified with my stampLike, "Quarantine? Yeah, that's the shit"Make 'em see the difference in my game, gotta make that new transitionGot these niggaz, they so envious, Benzy's, he's the stingiestGive my booger zilch, warm me up, go get the quiltGot whitey like that 5th of milkGet the silk Louie or that Gucci hat, baby either, orI got cake, independent, I don't need these whoresGot me on the line, gotta make the two, pressure on my backI ain't stoppin' kuz I go so hard, speed up kuz they know the carCreep up kuz they know it's hard, cross my heart, hope to dieWoozy from that Grand Cru, movie, all the mans whooNigga ***** you worried 'bout my gram dukesPockets, two lumps like a camel, animal, owwOoh la laaaaaThanks for bringin' it back, nigga this is that gangsta shitOoh la laaaaaAnd when there's beef we run and go get them tankers quickOoh la laaaaaI don't care what they say, nigga I'm Gain Greene for lifeOoh la laaaaaYou better watch yo' money nigga, we want your life
