"I Guess" lyrics

[Jeeezy:]
A lot of hoes at my show, I got the stage jumping
Demons with me blowing smoke, ain't no sage burning
Ain't no bottle here, told her that her day coming
I got bitches star struck, hoping that I say something
Double R, I just pulled up in a hardtop
If I press this button I can make the stars drop
Twenty bottles in the club, we ain't never bar hop
Twenty bitches with us, we at Vegas at the Hard Rock
In this black Prada shirt this motherfucker hard huh?
Sitting in the newest Maybach, this motherfucker large huh?
Back wit me, I can lean on them
Sitting laughing at these niggas like Steelo Brim

[DJ:]
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him
If you can't see me running shit then you're a fool I guess
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less
Your baby momma trash she was in a mood I guess
I could always count on Tay he got some drink on him
If you can't see me running shit then you're a fool I guess
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less
Your baby momma trash, she was in a mood I guess

That nigga broke and he weird but he cool I guess
Shooters with me all time, yeah I got my soldiers
Felon in the driver seat, I ain't got no chauffer
Tryna hold this bag, think I popped my shoulder
She keep saying "leave it in" and she want my daughter
We can do it when you show me you can walk on water
Keep a bad bitch, niggas always want my woman
Pull up to my show late, yeah I'm just now coming
I'm at Mr. Chow putting something on my stomach
Niggas been rapping for awhile, shit still not jumpin
I guess you a motherfucking fool if you don't think we run it
Where the fuck the nigga with the juice? Y'all said he coming

I could always count on Tay he got some drink on him
If you can't see me running shit then you're a fool I guess
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less
Your baby momma trash, she was in the mood I guess
I could always count on Tay he got some drink on him
If you can't see me running shit then you're a fool I guess
Only fuck with bad bitches I don't do no less
Your baby momma trash, she was in the mood I guess

[Jeeezy:]
Niggas think they fucking with us, ya'll could keep on hoping
Twenty thousand for a feature and I still won't post it
I got famous bitches in my DM I still ain't open
All these niggas weak as fuck, what's the big commotion?
Ard, you can be my bitch if you can dodge a bullet
Why this nigga never where his chain, I think somebody took it
He don't ever pot no flyers, I guess nobody booking
Always catch me with some good shit like your granny cooking
I ain't gon lie when I get dressed, I really do the most
Amiri pants, Prada coat, Marni down, holy smokes
Fall asleep in my jewelry but it never broke
On my momma I got more blues than Spider Loc
Nigga said it was his bitch but she keep on flirting
Getting change for all these hundreds, bitches keep on twerking
Weak niggas asking for advice, I told 'em keep on working
Fuck the nigga with the juice at? My stomach hurting
Show me all your friends before you bring 'em bitch I might know 'em
Fucking on this bitch for years, this nigga not knowing
Look at how my diamonds dance I'm shining bright on 'em
I could always count on big bro to have a pint on 'em

[DJ:]
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him
If you can't see we running shit then you're a fool I guess
Only fuck with bad bitches I don't do no less
Your baby momma trash she was in a mood I guess
I could always count on Tay, he got some drink on him
If you can't see we running shit then you're a fool I guess
Only fuck with bad bitches, I don't do no less
Your baby momma trash, she was in the mood I guess