Let My Hair Blow

(*talking*) Yeah fa sho (whoa), it's Lil' Rizzie Rizzie Ron (you ain't know) I'ma let my hair blizzie blizzie blow (blizzie blizzie blow) nigga, uh yeah uh, what [Hook] I let my drop top down, to let my hair blow No time for playing around, I gotta have dough I love green, boss paper and leaves Addicted to making g's, my nigga that's just me [Lil' Ron] It's sunny outside, pull a drop out on Sunday My car model chrome, while it's going down the one way You push them Hundai's, but I'm in a old school classic And when I cruise the city, dog I hold up the traffic Now there you have it, I build my status When you start choking that blunt, please pass it Hundreds I'm flashing, so you can know that I'm not broke You maybe got a little change, but I got a lot mo' And I'm dressed in Gucci, plus I'm rocking ice And what I paid for my chain, I could of bought your life I keep my shit tight, best believe I'm on no And that drank, got a nigga moving in slow mo' I might approach your gal, and make her drop her panties When I get through, I'm on the first flight to Miami I know you can't stand me, but I don't give a damn And I always remember, Lil' Ron is who the fuck I am [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Ron] It's all gravy baby, in a gray Mercedes Hollin' at your lady, trust me I do that daily See I'm keeping it gangsta, and I'm quick to shank you Plus the Franklin's in my pockets, got my shorts to my ankles No thank you, cause Lil' Ron don't deal with marks I'd rather chill up in my mansion, and get endo sparked I press a button and start, the 6-4 Cheve My tires mad at my rims, they say they too heavy I'm bout my feddy, please recognize and realize I'm 5'2, but my main bitch, 6'5 With green eyes, and some thick yellow thighs And everywhere she go, you know she gotta stay fly But me dog, I'm a fool with it You get a check for two hundred, and you cool with it See I need five digits, I'm addicted to g's Love that green paper, and them sticky green leaves Know what I mean [Hook - 2x] [Verse 3] Now I might hit the park, rolling in a Benzo Can't see me cause I'm in a solo Lil' Ron blowing hydro endo smoke Pockets sitting fatter than fat Albert, cause we gotta have it Hey Hey Hey, Hey Hey nigga we bout it Bout making money, bout flipping honeys Bout making sure, or life grow something See the girls in the club, make 'em twerk something Still a thug with em, I'ma have to hurt something (*talking*) Ha ha (huh), that's how we do it We laying all you fake bustas down Feel me, feel me