B Dot - Still Get It lyrics
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Baby Charles still get it
Baby Charles still getting money
Baby Charles still get it
Baby Charles still getting money
I remember it happened up a week
With them fresh G’s
I’ve been all about the papers since the fifth grade
But I got the hommies, they were looking by me
Blame it on the mamma, she was wrong about the money
My mamma hard working, daddy was a hustler
… ‘bout the gray ones, never been a sucker
Boy, you from the Valley, let me tell you, came country
Yeah, that’s what happens when a nigger have money
Following ‘bout your noxes is all you niggers ever knew
But if you can’t afford it, that is what you supposed to do
Look, I ain’t asked for it, this shit is just a given thing!
Proud for my blesses, don’t be matter how I’m living
How many different women I had in and out of my life
But none of them was good enough to become my wife
You know I still got the money like I was dead
Baby, I’m addicted since I was a little kid
But little nigger grown, just a little contradicted
We all talking ‘bout saving, but a nigger still spending
You talking ‘bout a hater, you ain’t talking ‘bout me
I ‘m trying to see all my niggers weekly
You can ask my nigger Shouty, you can ask my nigger Skee
I been the same nigger since the niggers met me
You can ask my nigger Cane, you can ask my nigger Johnny
I been the same nigger since I been up in the 90’
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Got a pocket full of big fatties
Only money is the conversation
I don't really like your ride, ‘cause I know it don't matter
I just be getting that, hitting order to the chowder
I’m talking ‘bout Jordans, I be talking ‘bout homes
I’m talking ‘bout cars, they be talking ‘bout clothes
I’m talking ‘bout queens, they be talking ‘bout hoes
For later, I be tell them Adios!
There be a celebration, I think we should have a toast
15 years in the making and I; m still doing the most
I ain’t got no women with me, I ain’t got no fools
I ain’t got no competition on these nigger’s clothes
I ran my ass up ever since I was a younger
Everybody wanna be a rapper all the sudden
I hear what you sowed on,
I hear what you busting
Niggers rapping ‘bout a whole lot of nothing
You woke up in a new Bugatti, man, you niggers dreaming
You woke up in the back seat of your mamma Lincoln
All the chick steaming when they find out I was takes
I’dda change my number, they …
She say she want a rapper, she ain’t talking ‘bout me
All old conversations, lets be talking ‘bout beat
You can ask my nigger Bobby, you can ask BK
I been the same nigger ever since back in the day
You can ask Mike Reaves, you can ask Tender Graves
I’ve been the same king, I ain’t ever gonna change
You know what I’m saying!
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Got a pocket full of big fatties
Only money is the conversation
