"Thank Me Later" lyrics

Not gonna kill me
I'm your son

You know why Kanan killed his son, huh?
You know why Kanan put a fuckin' bullet in Shawn's head?
Because Shawn was disloyal
If you were anybody else, Tariq
You'd already be dead
Yeah, lil' nigga
The moment you let Tommy in the penthouse to kill me
Was the moment you were no longer my son
And now you're my enemy

I ain't gotta write a rap, shit, I can make a play
You better go put you up a hundred
Just for a rainy day
Yea, save that paper, nigga
That's gon' come in handy
Thank me later, nigga

I show bro my first hundred
You shoulda saw his face
The dope came with the tiger stamp
Yeah, this that Frosted Flakes
Hit 'em in his cap, yeah, that's the money shot
I'm at the spot
Watchin' Jay Reid
You ain't no fuckin' cop

Reach for this jewelry, you get rained on
The bullets went straight down the pipe
Just like some drain-o (Uh-huh)
I go get the bag, go get the bag, yeah
That hit you, you better breathe
Just like Fab said
I heard you got some cash
You started actin' funny (Yeah)
I got some cash and I ain't changed
That's why they fuckin' love me (That's why they fuckin' love me)
I heard what you said
And you gon' pay for this (You gon' pay for this)
Pop out there, right by his side
Your nigga, Jadakiss (Your nigga, Jadakiss)
Yeah, this that Rick Owens
This ain't no Raf Simons (This that Rick Owen)
They call me rubber band man
Yeah, I'm a cash getter (Yeah, I'm a cash getter)
I'ma go get me some money
Yeah, that's by any means (Yeah, trap or die)
I got lil' boys and they need everything (Yeah)
I told my brothers that I love 'em
You know you family to me (Bro, you know I luh you)
I didn't even want the kitty
She tried to hand it to me (She tried to hand it to me)
Once you hear that switch
You better not fuckin' trip (You better not fuckin' trip)
These rap niggas cops
Yeah, 1-800-TIPS (1-800-TIPS)

I ain't gotta write a rap, shit, I can make a play
You better go put you up a hundred
Just for a rainy day
Yea, save that paper, nigga
That's gon' come in handy
Thank me later, nigga

I show bro my first hundred
You shoulda saw his face
The dope came with the tiger stamp
Yeah, this that Frosted Flakes
Hit 'em in his cap, yeah, that's the money shot
I'm at the spot
Watchin' Jay Reid
You ain't no fuckin' cop

Reach for this jewelry, you get rained on
The bullets went straight down the pipe
Just like some drain-o (Just like some drain-o)
Watch his head bust like a volcano (Like a volcano)
I'm doin' the dash in a Durango (In a Durango)

I turned nothin' into something
I got the gift of God (Yes, the gift of God)
I took my baby in Dior
I told her "Pick a bag" (If you ain't pick a bag)
Once I got the ball
I never dropped the ball (I never dropped the ball)
The choppa hit 'em so hard
It knocked his pockets off (It knocked his pockets off)
Ballin' on these niggas, just like I'm Gasol (Just like I'm Gasol)
He say he got guap
He need to knock it off (He need to knock it off)
If I catch that boy, I knock his noggin off (I knock his noggin off)
Glocky put 'em right to sleep
Just like some Tylenol (Just like some Tylenol)
Ballin' on these niggas, just like I'm Gasol (Just like I'm Gasol)
Ballin' on these niggas, just like I'm Gasol (Just like I'm Gasol)
I can't make you laugh
But I can make some cash
This that Pyrex music
And brown paper bags