"hit the fan" lyrics

(GotDamnitDupri)

Ain't no switchin' up, I'm stickin' with you to the end
Feelin' good, a nigga rollin', mixin' up exotic strands
Better watch out for these hoes 'cause they finesse you out your bands
These 'bows a lil' too loud, I told my cuddy hit the fan
I ain't have no handouts, I got this shit off hard work
Everybody not your dog, but that's the part that really hurt
Nigga, hit the 'Wood twice, it's not that hard to leave Earth
I outrap a lot of niggas, I pour my heart in each verse

All my niggas makin' money, what you know about juggin'?
I'm dressed nice and smellin' good, see, now I got your ho lookin'
Your nigga out here sellin' shake, but tellin' you his trap jumpin'
Y'all better get y'all mans, he out here groupie ho lovin'
Don't matter how she act, for the right nigga, she fuckin'
On the 'Gram, these niggas up, in real life, they ain't got nothin'
It's like these niggas scared of money, they runnin' and duckin'
Really in love with money, I'm huntin' hundreds

Ain't no switchin' up, I'm stickin' with you to the end
Feelin' good, a nigga rollin', mixin' up exotic strands
Better watch out for these hoes 'cause they finesse you out your bands
These 'bows a lil' too loud, I told my cuddy hit the fan
I ain't have no handouts, I got this shit off hard work
Everybody not your dog, but that's the part that really hurt
Nigga, hit the 'Wood twice, it's not that hard to leave Earth
I outrap a lot of niggas, I pour my heart in each verse

I don't really wanna hang unless it's cash attached
I told her watch the way she move, she got too much ass for that
Now bend it over, fuck it up, move like it's ants on your back
Hit a three-sixty with a spin, I ain't got no answers for that
We livin' in a world of thots, my wrist cost a lot
They flooded my DMs, they askin' when I'm gon' drop
Them hoes, they do the most, I swear to God they got me hot
It be the weak bitches out here blowin' up the spot
I been hard as hell, I just ain't get the recognition
I did it on my own, I always knew I had the vision
Now these hoes call my phone, they be talkin', but I don't listen
If I keep workin', my life gon' consist of rich livin'
When I'm off the juice, feel like a pimp, I start limpin'
You givin' a dirty bitch some head, I call it fishin'
He popped a 30 before he fucked, now buddy itchin'
One thing these hoes have in common, they all spend it
All my homies havin' money, we all twinnin'
Your bitch, she proud of my success, I got her grinnin'
Most love to the ones who been here since the beginning
Y'all can do the talkin', I'ma do the spendin'
This a big body, your bitch wet off the engine
I ain't put the hook yet, nigga, 'cause I'm not finished
Your bitch spinnin', I'm big spendin'
Your bitch chose up 'cause she obssesed with rich livin'

Ain't no switchin' up, I'm stickin' with you to the end
Feelin' good, a nigga rollin', mixin' up exotic strands
Better watch out for these hoes 'cause they finesse you out your bands
These 'bows a lil' too loud, I told my cuddy hit the fan
I ain't have no handouts, I got this shit off hard work
Everybody not your dog, but that's the part that really hurt
Nigga, hit the 'Wood twice, it's not that hard to leave Earth
I outrap a lot of niggas, I pour my heart in each verse