Young Buck - Wasted lyrics
rate meFeat. JT The Bigga Figga, CUB & Bezzeled Gang
Crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy
I’m just a hood nigga with a good plug
We’ve been lasting these last paged years
We got this shit like cashes
Sellin’ this shit like ____
We ain’t rappin’
We all rappin’
Kids keep screaming they got to work
But I don’t see nome of that happening
I keep tellin’ the buji bitch she might lose her acquaintance
Keep turned up
But I’m turned off
My mind don’t get that work out
Play with me nigga and get merked out
I gave you the bricks and you jerked out
Standing on the couch with my shirt on
I’m money making from a dope deal
The 7th day is about money
For the 2nd day is the 3rd truck
Keep my happy back when I work out
Turkey bag on a baby skill
Count every nigga
Got to turn the profit
What up?
I’m checking
Load up the taking and I’m going profit
Cause money got me crazy
I’ m so wasted
I’m so wasted on my mind
I got all these rigs on me
I’m so wasted
I’m so wasted on my mind
Got some white boys that want white girl
Got some Asian hoes that want ex pills
Got two fine, thick caramel hoes
Wanna see what that molly is
Got 2 Js won’t let it rock
Got some young niggaz
Want some T-shirts
I’m a walking trap
I can’t stop
See this here?
Not hip-hop
So you all niggaz can miss me
Put that rap shit
See all day and all night I’m hustling
My aim rap still getting to me through custom
I’ m well cleaned but it’s Friday
I’m selling dope and white burden
And I’m charging niggaz like 30
Real killers in my circle
Niggaz need this and they might merk you
And I got my mind on my money, vice versa
Crib nigga with a big pistol
But I don’t need blunts
They show me love
Me and them keep rolling up
I ‘m a real nigga
I ain’t never lame
I swear to God I ain’t never on chain
I came up, I’m about to sell a cane
It’s the best game telling me
Cause money got me crazy
I’ m so wasted
I’m so wasted on my mind
I got all these rigs on me
I’m so wasted
I’m so wasted on my mind
My mind is plotting on 100 mill
Sitting off in that old school
That drop top and got no ceiling
Their ass bill don’t get it twisted
Check your flip
Break it down, yeah zip, zip
Sorry that bitch ain’t checkin’ and tellin’
Real nigga, no pretending
Fuck nigga get side line
All my niggaz trying to go
They already know we have fine eyes
So niggaz talkin’ side ways
Keep talking on that side
I still remain to keep the cash chasin’
Scale got residues
So we break things and we lose pain
Gang banging this bitch
Cause money got me crazy
I’ m so wasted
I’m so wasted on my mind
I got all these rigs on me
I’m so wasted
I’m so wasted on my mind
All this money got me crazy on my mind
All this money got me crazy on my mind
