I'm Grown
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(Verse: 50 Cent) Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals Niggas ain't on it like I'm on it, I own shit I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls I'm a pimp, bitch, I own hoes I got my own diamonds, my own Cubans I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers I do what the fuck I want to I'm grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit I bought a couple befo' the dealership got the shit Rich nigga, six figures I double up erry flip, my stash bigger Plane hopping, globe trotting A nigga blow a lil paper when it's time to move Fuck ole' $ fo' the new $ No telling what a real nigga gon' do (Hook) I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown (I got my own money!) I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown (I got my own house!) I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown (I got my own car!) I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown (Verse 2: Young Buck) I'm on straight Remy, no chaser Want tp smoke, but I'm still on paper I mix purp' and yellow like a Laker Headed to the moon and I just might take ya Spent my blunt wit a lil bitty razor While this thick bitch just twerk on the table I talk big nips, look like Fantasia She ready, willing and naked Just got a piercin' in her navel Walkin' nine to five and she stayin' She say she flyin' down to my city Cause she got her birthday comin' in April We ain't got no kind of commitment Why ya worried 'bout if I'm hittin' it? Don't worry about how I'm gettin' it Stay the fuck up out of my business (Hook) (Verse 3: Lloyd Banks) No mo' stressing, I'm VVS'ing, balling lessons on DVD Pay per view shit, makin' moves since 203, can't see me free That love gon' get ya like BDP, PSA: I'mma be okay, I'm the iron G Fix flash and I'm a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of y'all Trouble can't ignore me, I was born to ball Fuck is up? I'm one of one, I need a custom cut Hear the summer come, I want the number one Rich, walk in wit a freak behind me Shades damn near to the sticks, Gianni Too nights and no repeatin', mami I'm guttered up, my streets define me I drop yo ass to the flo', here to be mo' Rob me I'll make a detour, robbery how I get to her Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colda Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder Bullshittin' how? Show ya my pimpin' diploma (Hook) (Verse 4: Kidd Kidd) Brought an Audemar fo' when times was hard Nine calls fo' the 9 walls, Mardi Gras, take yo top off I'm a nasty nigga, might slide and roll Fly yo girl out to Miami, sent her back home like they done Lebron I ain't tripping if ya ain't tripping, party hard till he calls the law Got my own house so I can throw ya out I got my own blood so I ain't putting it out This is my car and I can smoke it out Got my own $ and like four accounts Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out Got my own shooters and they scoping out Bought my bitch an ass, now it's poking out If she throw it back then I'mma throw her out My kind of $ don't foldout, wild all out Hoes out, let's roll out, funeral when I go south Girl, yo mouth got the kind of brain I don't know about I neva changed, I'm so South, big chains and a gold mouth I'm rolled up (Hook)
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