"Build A Bear" lyrics
(feat. Pooh Beatz)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(You recordin', Smerf?)
Yeah
Louis shades on, hat to the back
Switch on the glizzy, pocket full of racks
Miss my nigga Soda, we can't get him back
So any nigga that you catch, I got thirty racks
Fuck it, make it fifty
We gon' turn up the whole city
Pull up, hit the lights, park the car, go get busy
Hop right out the bushes, pew-pew-pew, now you miss him
Went got me a bag, came and put on all my niggas
Now when bitches see us, they can't tell who the richest
Made a million dollars, brought it right back to the trenches
Shoot your whole fuckin' head off, you stick it in my business
I ain't been in the hood since I been home, I'm on a mission
I ain't been in the mood to hit the club or hit no bitches
Catch us out of town, yeah, we got choppers on this Sprinter
With a bag full of paper, thumbin' through it, me and Tizzle
Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah
Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my niggas, yeah
Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah
I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem
I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, bitch, I'm still the man
Take a project bitch and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear
Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there
Shorty, she got mad and fucked my nigga, I don't give a damn
Came up with them niggas, now they hatin', I blame Instagram
Hit her off a Perc' and then I spinned her, I'm a ceiling fan
Told her, "Baby, I'ma call you back when I get a chance"
Been gettin' money, bitch, I been advanced, huh
Just sent my dog a kite, he still in the can, huh
You can't fuck with me, nigga, get your bands up
Shoot they ass down, make him pick his mans up
Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah
Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my niggas, yeah
Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah
I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem
I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, bitch, I'm still the man
Take a project bitch and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear
Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(You recordin', Smerf?)
Yeah
Louis shades on, hat to the back
Switch on the glizzy, pocket full of racks
Miss my nigga Soda, we can't get him back
So any nigga that you catch, I got thirty racks
Fuck it, make it fifty
We gon' turn up the whole city
Pull up, hit the lights, park the car, go get busy
Hop right out the bushes, pew-pew-pew, now you miss him
Went got me a bag, came and put on all my niggas
Now when bitches see us, they can't tell who the richest
Made a million dollars, brought it right back to the trenches
Shoot your whole fuckin' head off, you stick it in my business
I ain't been in the hood since I been home, I'm on a mission
I ain't been in the mood to hit the club or hit no bitches
Catch us out of town, yeah, we got choppers on this Sprinter
With a bag full of paper, thumbin' through it, me and Tizzle
Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah
Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my niggas, yeah
Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah
I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem
I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, bitch, I'm still the man
Take a project bitch and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear
Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there
Shorty, she got mad and fucked my nigga, I don't give a damn
Came up with them niggas, now they hatin', I blame Instagram
Hit her off a Perc' and then I spinned her, I'm a ceiling fan
Told her, "Baby, I'ma call you back when I get a chance"
Been gettin' money, bitch, I been advanced, huh
Just sent my dog a kite, he still in the can, huh
You can't fuck with me, nigga, get your bands up
Shoot they ass down, make him pick his mans up
Made it out the jungle, I grew up with some gorillas, yeah
Made it out the slums and I ain't switch up on my niggas, yeah
Might just blow a hundred racks today, that's how I'm feelin', yeah
I got money long as 8 Mile, I feel like Eminem
I ain't gotta have no Rollie on, bitch, I'm still the man
Take a project bitch and turn her up, I'm like Build-A-Bear
Catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
Kept the lights on in Golden Sun, I should live in there
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
