2 door coupe
It can't fit no fake niggas
I just hit the waitress
When I'm done I hit the stripper
Big business baby I ain't slippin on my pimpin
Call me petty if you want but I ain't too forgiving
Took a couple
Rackies
Invested in myself
30 K
Baby
Ain't buy no Louie belt
Say she find a
Better nigga
Girl I doubt it
Run it up
Like Master P I'm bout it, bout it
If I pull up
She gone want it, she gone want it
Baby
I know you love it, leave in the morning
Can't
Catch no feelings, don't catch no feelings
Baby
Getting money, like I been dealing
Fetti
I really want it, I really need it
Tell a shorty
I don't need her I'm conceited
If you ever let a lame hit it, you can keep it
Got a big ego baby, tell me can you feed it
Niggas talking to me like I ain't create the wave
I went further than a lot of niggas twice my age
Tell her never fall in love cause I'm stuck in my ways
If you ain't gang gang then I'm sorry you ain't saved
Niggas told me they were solid I done seen em' cave
Ain't much they can say when you out here getting paid
10 bitches at my crib my shit like flavor flav's
Playing killa Cam while I'm smoking purple haze (Yeah)
2 door coupe
It can't fit no fake niggas
I just hit the waitress
When I'm done I hit the stripper
Big business baby I ain't slippin on my pimpin
Call me petty if you want but I ain't too forgiving
Took a couple
Rackies
Invested in myself
30 K
Baby
Ain't buy no Louie belt
Say she find a
Better nigga
Girl I doubt it
Run it up
Like Master P I'm bout it, bout it
Philup Banks - Ghetto D Lyrics
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2 door coupe
It can't fit no fake niggas
I just hit the waitress
When I'm done I hit the stripper
Big business baby I ain't slippin on my pimpin
Call me petty if you want but I ain't too forgiving
Took a couple
Rackies
Invested in myself
30 K
Baby
Ain't buy no Louie belt
Say she find a
Better nigga
Girl I doubt it
Run it up
Like Master P I'm bout it, bout it
If I pull up
She gone want it, she gone want it
Baby
I know you love it, leave in the morning
Can't
Catch no feelings, don't catch no feelings
Baby
Getting money, like I been dealing
Fetti
I really want it, I really need it
Tell a shorty
I don't need her I'm conceited
If you ever let a lame hit it, you can keep it
Got a big ego baby, tell me can you feed it
Niggas talking to me like I ain't create the wave
I went further than a lot of niggas twice my age
Tell her never fall in love cause I'm stuck in my ways
If you ain't gang gang then I'm sorry you ain't saved
Niggas told me they were solid I done seen em' cave
Ain't much they can say when you out here getting paid
10 bitches at my crib my shit like flavor flav's
Playing killa Cam while I'm smoking purple haze (Yeah)
2 door coupe
It can't fit no fake niggas
I just hit the waitress
When I'm done I hit the stripper
Big business baby I ain't slippin on my pimpin
Call me petty if you want but I ain't too forgiving
Took a couple
Rackies
Invested in myself
30 K
Baby
Ain't buy no Louie belt
Say she find a
Better nigga
Girl I doubt it
Run it up
Like Master P I'm bout it, bout it
It can't fit no fake niggas
I just hit the waitress
When I'm done I hit the stripper
Big business baby I ain't slippin on my pimpin
Call me petty if you want but I ain't too forgiving
Took a couple
Rackies
Invested in myself
30 K
Baby
Ain't buy no Louie belt
Say she find a
Better nigga
Girl I doubt it
Run it up
Like Master P I'm bout it, bout it
If I pull up
She gone want it, she gone want it
Baby
I know you love it, leave in the morning
Can't
Catch no feelings, don't catch no feelings
Baby
Getting money, like I been dealing
Fetti
I really want it, I really need it
Tell a shorty
I don't need her I'm conceited
If you ever let a lame hit it, you can keep it
Got a big ego baby, tell me can you feed it
Niggas talking to me like I ain't create the wave
I went further than a lot of niggas twice my age
Tell her never fall in love cause I'm stuck in my ways
If you ain't gang gang then I'm sorry you ain't saved
Niggas told me they were solid I done seen em' cave
Ain't much they can say when you out here getting paid
10 bitches at my crib my shit like flavor flav's
Playing killa Cam while I'm smoking purple haze (Yeah)
2 door coupe
It can't fit no fake niggas
I just hit the waitress
When I'm done I hit the stripper
Big business baby I ain't slippin on my pimpin
Call me petty if you want but I ain't too forgiving
Took a couple
Rackies
Invested in myself
30 K
Baby
Ain't buy no Louie belt
Say she find a
Better nigga
Girl I doubt it
Run it up
Like Master P I'm bout it, bout it
Writer: Jeffrey Blake
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