70 Bars & No Hook

I keep some linen that's clean, 50 thou in my jeans Keep about ten pretty bitches on my team I smoke I don't drink lean And my niggas in here Cash Money Young Money yeah this is our year Eatin rappers for dinner, pass the knife and fork Got 'em nervous like when that hurricane was bout to hit New York It's a master at work, shit you niggas could learn Could tell we smokin the stick, look how slow that it burn And my lil youngins is ridin, and they down for whatever In the four man drive, fuck it! We ridin together Alot of youngins in the game but they know who do it better Diamonds shine bright like a Coogi sweater I'm sayin Why you niggas lyin in your rhymes? You a D-Boy cause you? A couple times Man I ain't buyin that bullshit You niggas is lame Bunch of clown ass niggas, you niggas is strange Better be watchin the boy, cause I'm on fire 24 years old and I can fuckin retire I'm the hottest out, shit I know I am Plus I got more hits than Summerslam I'm goin stupid Yeah like I lost to school I call my own shots like a nigga playin in pool I try my best to pray, well as much as I can I love my momma, love my daughter, and I love my fans I gotta bad bitch that work in K. O. D She charge niggas for that pussy but I get it for free And to you ol' niggas Slow your role nigga Hang it up like some fuckin dry clothes nigga Cause this that young nigga rap, I spit that ignorant shit One thing I can't stand is an ignorant bitch (Yeah man)You ain't seein Bow Weezy All black everything, but it ain't Young Jeezy Muthafucka, it's the B. O Represent the C. O Mr. Big Dick, ask your girlfriend, she know Damn this weed so strong, smokin outta this bong Damn I'm so high, boy I forgot the words to this song (I put in work!)