"Ha (Hot Boys Remix)" lyrics

[Juvenile:]
Hmm... You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run

You been known for fucking it up, ha
Them bad-ass twenties on your truck, ha, cost seven and up, ha
You trying to stay from out that place, ha
Make sure you got your money straight ha, before it's too late ha
You want your Momma living good ha
Move your children out the hood ha, to up in the woods, ha
Baby post seventy off the hook, ha
Mannie Fresh has possession, supposed to be up in the book, ha
Juvenile got them looks, ha; but you too scared to fuck with him
'Cause he be running with them crooks, ha
I'm the one, ha
Stick a fork in that nigga 'cause he's done, ha
For flipping the tongue, ha
You got a probation hole, ha
You got money for bail so now you ready to roll, ha
You 'bout to buy you a car ha, a ninety-nine ha
One that look something like mine ha

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz, and don't be crying and suffering
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz, and don't be crying and suffering

[Turk:]
We got this thing locked, ha
Cash Money can't be stopped ha, them Hot Boys too hot, ha
And you like my Rolex watch, ha
And the way I hit the block ha, in camouflage with Glocks, ha
And you like it when we stunt, ha
Smoking blunts, ha
You be loving them gold fronts, ha
We millionaires, ha
Not far from billionaires, ha
Got different broads everywhere, ha

[Lil Wayne:]
You heard' 'bout Lil Wayne, h-o-t b-o-y, ha
Shorty with the braids for Cash Money gon' pop, ha-uh
I burn, ha, the hammer sits, ha, here come the blitz, ha
A remix, ha, they from the 'Nolia I'm from the Grove, ha
And you can catch me with Tolie and Mario, ha
I represent the two, uh two-six, ha
It's guaranteed to be, foolish, ha

[Juvenile:]
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz, and don't be crying and suffering
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz, and don't be crying and suffering

[B.G.:]
You niggas know I'm 'bout my biz, ha
You niggas scared for me to be in the presence of your bitch, ha
You know I would raw dick her ha, take naked pictures ha
Then call up my clique and straight flip her ha
You know my click number-one stunters, ha
You know we 'bout it, flexing Lexs, Benzs, and Hummers, ha
You know you fuck with me, you're dead, ha
But don't lie, I fucked your baby-momma, and you feel played, ha
You know that jailhouse is something, ha
Bitch niggas bucking, but when it go down, they run to the button, ha
You know the B.G. ain't right ha; you love you ho
But she don't wanna get it right, and keep it right, ha
It's going down in ninety-nine, ha
You know for sure that it Cash Money time to shine, ha
You know I play the game raw, ha
You know you slip up, I'ma take this beef shit too far, ha

[Juvenile:]
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz, and don't be crying and suffering
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G, until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz, and don't be crying and suffering

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Let's say you're at a DJ, and them boys pulling guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
You in the Magnolia, and my people
Pulling guns
You better run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for
It, run
Run for it, run for it, run
We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga, step
Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga, step
Play with Mannie Fresh, we gon' march, nigga, step
Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march, nigga, step