Careless

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Yeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho Yeah, I-9, from Chicago I got the weed and the pussy, but the money on my mind though I got a line on the five pack A hundred thangs on the scale, motherfucker, can you buy that? She pop that pussy and rewind that And suck a dick as I get twisted and listen to Do or Die rap Freddie Kane, young Corleone Hoppin' out the van wit' the bows of the strong Nigga gettin' paid from the shit that I record Here, My Lord, wit' the pack when a nigga came home Told my nigga we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game Real nigga 'bout to cash out I need my rims on my cars when I pull them bitches off the lot Fuck the top, cop the drop And these hoes be on my jock, for my hot Car and watch, but this pimpin' never stop Tired or not, what you thought? And this paper turn 'em out What she 'bout? Ain't no doubt [Hook] Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Thank God I got a… And I don't mean to be so careless, baby One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up So don't catch no feelings Girl, you playin' wit' the motherfuckin' realest I'm a tell you that one more time I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Thank God I got a… [Verse 2] Yeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho Yeah, I-5, on the West Coast And I done been around the world But in Cali, they blow the best dope Bitches and palm trees, I'm on when I came here Plug was up north, I pushed to the yay then Shout-out my niggas, I got a ton when the weight in Feedin' my thugs, I'm pullin' dubs in the state pen Fuckin' with Frederico Soprano Niggas actin' monkey, my clip, I got a banana Rollin' with guerillas, these niggas don't want no banter I just might go flippin', go back and forth with them hammers Nigga, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game Full clip on the K thang I got a shotty in the motherfuckin' trunk, nigga, don't get popped Fuck the cops, bodies drop And these feds be on my block, round the clock, stop and watch But this thuggin' never stop Get that rock, what you thought? And these haters talk a lot, ain't gon' pop a hundred shots [Hook] Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And you know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Thank God I got a… And I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up So don't catch no feelings Girl, you playin' wit' the motherfuckin' realest I'm a tell you that one more time I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot Thank God I got a…