G-Unit - I'm Grown lyrics
rate me(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)
