Sadat X f Hy Tymes

The State of New York vs. Derek Murphy

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[Hook]I know ya bitches like mink and classy thingsHoldin` karats by ya ear with ya prepaid ringsGettin` called by a thug nigga flippin` them thingsTalkin` to ya how he want cause he think he a kingThis shit swing right next to his pocket, ka-chingTook ya in and out of town, show that ass some thingsWrap ya body up in glass, call ya Miss Bling BlingNow tell ya friends about that cause it don`t mean a thingKa-ching ching[Verse 1]Yo on the real, yo the ho is a freakGave me head in the car, I mean right in the streetAnd if ya don`t believe me then ask my niggas ya meetLive up on my block, sell pussy for freeIt don`t smell, if it did I was high of the drinkIntoxication is a fuck if my dick could thinkHe`d probably tell me...slow downNew York is ho townClose ya pants nigga or ya might go downFuck a hole through ya condom now ya ass got a childNow ya know that ain`t cha` styleDon`t wanna claim it, move away a hundred milesCalled for child support and that ass blew trialStressed out thinkin` what cha` gonna do nowGray tones growin` with a sharper tone than Al`sSaxophone nigga blowin` money by the notesStickin` us to get paid, I`m bustin` seeds in they throatYa gets no fur on ya coat if you ain`t hustle this cokeJigga said it aint a thing, KA-CHING, it ain`t a jokeIt`ll make ya grab ya totes and be out and reloadAnd me, a business man, like to see my money growAnd motherfuck a ho, I ain`t trickin` no doughThey haters with vibrators, they don`t wanna see me though[Hook][Verse 2]Lay out broads with the haze, lay out for two daysMight tease the adventureSee me freaked out with two chicks smashin` em` outLike a nigga had two dicksAnd the breeze done shook all the leaves off the treesLeads to homicide with the suit jacketWho want the keys in the tight packageI walkin` past the park with SparkThat`s in the plain clothes harassin` the same niggasAnd smashin` the same hoesMy lil` son Sammie hold the weaselBehind the phone booth and the wall is the teasilWith em` up, we gon` live like ghetto stars, how we areWe gon` fuck with all the broads and drink shit out the barWe gon` snatch a bitch too, throw em` in back of the carMoney boss be a forceBlast a gun in exhaustI don`t want it no more, who had they coat and they ring on the fourth floorYeah, let`s get these broads and get the fuck outta here[Hook][Verse 3]I got pussy on my mindBut gotta keep it on the grindTrack the wrong bitch, lusted for a life of crimeGotta sign, got the blindThat`s why I fuck em` feed em`Duck em` leave em`Then act like I don`t need em`Because I don`t need em`They all lyin` so you can`t believe em`Fuckin` scandalous and they so conceitedThey make a nigga heart stop breathin`She whorin` every time he snorin`Fuck a nigga where he sleepin`That`s why Trey gon` change the gameFuck a bitch, fuck a slut, fuck a whore be about cha` caineKa-ching and don`t forget cha` changeSomething to spin when ya tipsyAnd ya tip over in the Range RoverRide it into OctoberFuck it, ya lived once plus the end is comin` closer[Hook][Various ad-libs to fade]

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