Bleed

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what happened, ayy
 Four years later they still sleepin' on me
 And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I still keep it on me
 It's crazy how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
 It's Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips
 I'm the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib
 And you can die inside your livin' room
 If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
 And I ain't just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
 I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this interview
 Little gay nigga, hoes been on me since middle school
 Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you
 Just because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
 Into foreign countries with a foreign chick, foreign whip
 Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit
 Niggas wildin' out in Paris, Colten you recordin' this?
 Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
 Fuck it up on tour and shit, Rem handle the important shit
 It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
 Uh, clear the way, make some room, please excuse
 That's a real nigga walkin' in
 Huh it's M.A bitch
 You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (Say that shit)
 We kingpins this is not a playpen
 In other words we don't play that shit
 M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit
 Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit
 They be like, "Ooh, I hate that bitch"
 Ooh but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich?
 Ooh, ooh, shake 'em off (Shake 'em off)
 Niggas wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
 Her nigga wasn't on his job, had to break her off
 Three words for these hoes, take it off
 Ooh, drop panties, no hands please, she don't need plan Bs
 She pop' Xannies, like it's candy, that's why she antsy
 But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga with an attitude
 It's Young M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
 Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
 Always got the trap clickin' like they some tappin' shoes
 It was either get rich or die, I had to choose (Ooh)
 Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
 BiBipolar, can't control her, keep a tool with me
 Strapped across my shoulder 'cause my mind is like a bag of screws
 Huh it's M.A bitch
 You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (Say that shit)
 We kingpins this is not a playpen
 In other words we don't play that shit
 M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit
 Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit
 They be like "Ooh, I hate that bitch"
 Ooh, but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich?
 Flex, ooh, Hercules
 In this motherfuckin' booth leavin' third degrees (Ooh)
 Cookin' crack up in that stu', I gotta serve the fiends (Huh?)
 Hop in that Maybach tell the driver, "Umm, curtains please" (Woo)
 Rich and filthy, still rock silky red rose certainly (Uh-huh)
 Black and blue, that green one too, just copped that burgundy
 I swear I try to change my ways but it ain't work for me (Nah)
 Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is currency (Yes)
 And I'm sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's privilege please (Ooh)
 I'm countin' up, she said "How much?" I said infinity (Woo)
 If I don't come for you, ayy, do not send for me (Woo)
 'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (Grr)
 Uh, big pimpin' spendin' Gs
 What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't did shit for me? (What?)
 Can't be in my vicinity without abilities (Nah)
 All you haters hold my nuts and suck my dignity
 Sheesh
 
 Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what happened, ayy
 Four years later they still sleepin' on me
 And I ain't gotta get the strap 'cause I still keep it on me
 It's crazy how I got a big dick without a dick, uh
 It's Young M.A. don't ever let that name come out yo' lips
 I'm the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib
 And you can die inside your livin' room
 If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
 And I ain't just go and get the food I built the kitchen too
 I'd rather be inside some pussy than do this interview
 Little gay nigga, hoes been on me since middle school
 Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you
 Just because I'm put it in don't mean I'm into you
 Into foreign countries with a foreign chick, foreign whip
 Foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit
 Niggas wildin' out in Paris, Colten you recordin' this?
 Put two hundred thousand on my balance just for talkin' shit
 Fuck it up on tour and shit, Rem handle the important shit
 It's funny how haters throwin' shots but they ain't callin' it
 Uh, clear the way, make some room, please excuse
 That's a real nigga walkin' in
 Huh it's M.A bitch
 You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (Say that shit)
 We kingpins this is not a playpen
 In other words we don't play that shit
 M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit
 Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit
 They be like, "Ooh, I hate that bitch"
 Ooh but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich?
 Ooh, ooh, shake 'em off (Shake 'em off)
 Niggas wasn't on their job, had to lay 'em off
 Her nigga wasn't on his job, had to break her off
 Three words for these hoes, take it off
 Ooh, drop panties, no hands please, she don't need plan Bs
 She pop' Xannies, like it's candy, that's why she antsy
 But she nasty, and I'm a thorough bread nigga with an attitude
 It's Young M.A, make sure that M.A is capital
 Being broke is a joke that's why I'm never in a laughin' mood
 Always got the trap clickin' like they some tappin' shoes
 It was either get rich or die, I had to choose (Ooh)
 Get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson move
 BiBipolar, can't control her, keep a tool with me
 Strapped across my shoulder 'cause my mind is like a bag of screws
 Huh it's M.A bitch
 You got somethin' on your mind then say that shit (Say that shit)
 We kingpins this is not a playpen
 In other words we don't play that shit
 M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit
 Hoes love me man, them niggas hate that shit
 They be like "Ooh, I hate that bitch"
 Ooh, but ain't they broke, and ain't I rich?
 Flex, ooh, Hercules
 In this motherfuckin' booth leavin' third degrees (Ooh)
 Cookin' crack up in that stu', I gotta serve the fiends (Huh?)
 Hop in that Maybach tell the driver, "Umm, curtains please" (Woo)
 Rich and filthy, still rock silky red rose certainly (Uh-huh)
 Black and blue, that green one too, just copped that burgundy
 I swear I try to change my ways but it ain't work for me (Nah)
 Fuck a bitch 'cause currently my mood is currency (Yes)
 And I'm sippin' Hennessy, make sure it's privilege please (Ooh)
 I'm countin' up, she said "How much?" I said infinity (Woo)
 If I don't come for you, ayy, do not send for me (Woo)
 'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock and take her virginity (Grr)
 Uh, big pimpin' spendin' Gs
 What I look like trickin' on a bitch, that ain't did shit for me? (What?)
 Can't be in my vicinity without abilities (Nah)
 All you haters hold my nuts and suck my dignity
 Sheesh