My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be (Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my Where my at? Where my bitches at? your hands in the air Everybody just your hands in the air) Let's be (Wessyde in motherfucker right here, Wessyde)
Approach you and a minute, arm on my double R tinted As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get me and perhaps lady You can help me multiply my stacks Currency seems I need companionship (hey) Through with that, scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't So why you hesitatin actin yo' shit don't stink out my, diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling) This be a thang, Outlaw nigga with riches dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches Check my resume, on Cristal and Alize Smokin on big weed, the Cali way like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth I can't stand no wearin nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, rebreed me, they're so Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep no grief Mash on my comp, who the man? I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!) Understand this, ain't no like me, fuck Jay-Z He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be
Let's be friends (where my at? come on) You ain't be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends, (all my niggaz, my hoes at?) Why you on them other hoes? be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?) (Where you at baby?) You ain't be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends, (cash hoes) Why you trickin on them other Let's be
I met you and I stuttered in Though slightly by that ass It was hard to keep my in my pants Every time you pass got me checkin for you and watchin Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless Was it prophecy? Clear as day, on top of me Erotic, psychotic, we bubonics Far from a crush I wanna your guts and touch Everything inside you from my head to my You got me sweatin like a fat girl for mine Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my Back in time I how she used to be I guess money and fame you used to me up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag Fuck Dre, tell bitch he can kiss my ass Back to you, my pretty ass queen Got my on your thighs now Let me in as friends
Let's be friends (wessyde, right here) You ain't be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends, (wessyde in motherfucker) Why you trickin on them other Let's be friends (wessyde in this right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, as you just bring me your Friends, (in this right here) Why you trickin on them other Let's be
Can you me in player mode, rush the tricks I got em ready for a call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!) Was it me or the fame? My dick or the Bet I WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha) Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak For pretty bitches up and down, similar to My movement, baby let your get into it it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it You got me high! Let me inside I love it when you get on top, let me ride! (let me ride!) Who stop me? Am I top notch? Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock (cock block) You probably to see a real thug with vision, what's the game? see a nigga up in prison, why you change? Made a livin out of words, liquor, and weed A bad seed turned - in this world of G's got me fantasizin, seein you naked It's the fuck song, so check my And let's be (Where my niggaz at? me where my niggaz at? Where my at) Thug style
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, my bitches at?) (Throw yo' in the air!) Friends, (my ghetto love song, it on and on and on and on) be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Where my at?) Friends, (where my at, where my bitches at?) (Where my people at? be)
my people at? Show me where my people at Where my people at? Show me where my at All my now, just my niggaz come Where my at? Just my niggaz now Be friends, tell me my niggaz at Be friends, me where my bitches at Be friends, me where my people at Be friends, me where my bitches at money, take money, be friends
Let's be friends (get cash on, let's, get dough) You ain't be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends, (c'mon, get your on) Why you trickin on other hoes? be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you bring me your Friends, (c'mon, getcha on) Why you trickin on other hoes? be friends
Make money, take money, take money Make money, money Make money, money Make money, money