"Beef On" lyrics

Hah, hah, hah
Hmm (Baby, give me some cash)
Alright, come on, hmm

I'm Rick Owen'd down, I ain't wear Diors in a while (At all)
I be in LA, eatin' with a bad bitch at TAO
Boy, I play with M's, I can't talk about no hundred thou' (On God)
My hands play with white, I ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' cow
My parents raised a boss, every time they see me, they just smile (They smile)
Fuck around and drop my chain, it look like Fiji on the ground (Fiji on the ground)
Been too busy stackin' pape' up, you ain't seen me in a while (You ain't seen me)
My bitch know that I'm a dog, but she ain't trippin', she a dog (She a fuckin' dog)
Huh, oh, that's dog? Hunt him down
Fah, fah, he hit the ground, we ain't even use the hundred-round
Lawyer beat the case so fast, it wasn't no need to go to trial (No cap)
Why you throwin' the seven up? I never seent you on the Mile
Saw you sneak dissin', the last place they seent you was the ground
Fuck around and post your bitch 'cause we be creepin' all the time, nigga (Hahaha)

Yeah, beef on, beef on, beef on
Beef on, beef on, beef on, the beef on, hmm (The beef on, nigga)

They don't be outside when the beef on (Where them niggas at?)
Twenty cars, all black, it look like Meech home (Free Big Meech)
You a dick sucker, type of bitch that I'll cheat on
My brothers havin' motion, I am not the type to leech on (Give a fuck, nigga)
Hmm, ah, it's another one (It's another one)
Hmm, I just bought two F&Ns, I gave my brother one (I gave my brother one)
I fuck up every season, you just tryna fuck the summer up
I cannot be fucked with, just to sum it up (Can't be fucked with)
Right now, I got three main hoes, shit, I juggle 'em (Juggle 'em)
If a bitch fuck with a nigga like you, I can't be touchin' her
I got a bitch sittin' on her face, she tryna smother her
I know that lil' boy hatin', but his bitch, I'm thumpin' her (On my mama)
How you claim you paid and you ain't got no lawyer money? (What the fuck?)
I'll die for my respect 'cause it's worth more than money (My honor)
I'ma hit you from the back, can you record it for me? (Can you record it?)
I got it piled up in the crib, I got hoarder money (I got hoarder money)
White bitch, she get high like Whitney Houston, she gon' snort it for me
'Bout to put this shit in Bitcoin, I'm damn near bored with money (Damn near bored with money)

Huh, beef on, beef on, beef on
Beef on, beef on, beef on, the beef on