"Break It" lyrics
Yo Skinny, you wildin' nigga
Ay, let me see that ass move shorty, go and shake it
Let me see that cash move shorty, go and make it
Oh you got a bank? Lil mama, go and break it
No one else to thank, I'm the reason that I made it
Bitch, I've gettin' to the positives
Don't know what the fuck the drama is
I just got a Rolex, and I still can't tell what time it is, uh
Livin' every day like there's no time to live, ay
I've always been that one you don't want problems with, uh
Baggin' up the grams, I had to flip the pounds
Once I fuck with shorty one time, she'll never see me 'round, uh
Fuck it, tell her polish up the golden crown, uh
Skinny and the Hova, niggas know the sound, look
Shake shorty ass with the Patek on, ay
Snakes in the grass, nigga cut the lawn, ay
Take me a tab in a Styrofoam, ay
Jakes pull me over, tell 'em "watch your tone", ay
Nigga, take it easy
I put so much ice up on my body, bitch, I'm fuckin' freezing
Bitch, if you ain't fuckin' when I'm slidin', then I'm fuckin' leaving
I let shorty take a little Molly, now she fuckin' teasing
Ay, let me see that ass move shorty, go and shake it
Let me see that cash move shorty, go and make it
Oh you got a bank? Lil mama, go and break it
No one else to thank, I'm the reason that I made it
Nigga, I be on my own—with nobody on my side, but a pistol
And the only reason that you is alive—'cause I let you
If you give me any reasons I should slide, I'ma get you
But the thing is, once it's really time to die, your family miss you
Mm
Have his momma cryin'
I see that you niggas isn't eatin', like it's Ramadan
I be in the Porche 911, nigga's droppin' bombs
All you niggas' work is obsolete, like you a CD-ROM
Had to light a pound up—of the doja—just to keep me calm
Had to mix the white with baking soda just to be the Don
Ay, let me see that ass move shorty, go and shake it
Let me see that cash move shorty, go and make it
Oh you got a bank? Lil mama, go and break it
No one else to thank, I'm the reason that I made it
Bitch, I've gettin' to the positives
Don't know what the fuck the drama is
I just got a Rolex, and I still can't tell what time it is, uh
Livin' every day like there's no time to live, ay
I've always been that one you don't want problems with, uh
Baggin' up the grams, I had to flip the pounds
Once I fuck with shorty one time, she'll never see me 'round, uh
Fuck it, tell her polish up the golden crown, uh
Skinny and the Hova, niggas know the sound, look
Shake shorty ass with the Patek on, ay
Snakes in the grass, nigga cut the lawn, ay
Take me a tab in a Styrofoam, ay
Jakes pull me over, tell 'em "watch your tone", ay
Nigga, take it easy
I put so much ice up on my body, bitch, I'm fuckin' freezing
Bitch, if you ain't fuckin' when I'm slidin', then I'm fuckin' leaving
I let shorty take a little Molly, now she fuckin' teasing
Ay, let me see that ass move shorty, go and shake it
Let me see that cash move shorty, go and make it
Oh you got a bank? Lil mama, go and break it
No one else to thank, I'm the reason that I made it
Nigga, I be on my own—with nobody on my side, but a pistol
And the only reason that you is alive—'cause I let you
If you give me any reasons I should slide, I'ma get you
But the thing is, once it's really time to die, your family miss you
Mm
Have his momma cryin'
I see that you niggas isn't eatin', like it's Ramadan
I be in the Porche 911, nigga's droppin' bombs
All you niggas' work is obsolete, like you a CD-ROM
Had to light a pound up—of the doja—just to keep me calm
Had to mix the white with baking soda just to be the Don
Writer(s): Justin Kirkpatrick
