New York, New York Lyrics

Fuck with me

Fucking with me

Do your thing Bow!

It's Mister 106

Mister take your bitch

Ain't no slick

Got this stupid wretch

Platinum Rollie on it

Homey you can't hear it tick

And I don't trust nobody

Crip stupid living room big

As a hotel lobby

Protégé snooping

Niggers got me confused

See I ain't nothing like

These other 26 years old dudes

Settle, records no

More f..ck those bitches

Been in the game the longest

And I'm still the richest

Grammy's with Madonna

Hit the boy

I like my toes tall and thick

Just like 2 sacks

The thing for this young n..er

Right here

Getting sex on the jet

Blowing smoke on the air

I pull up the griff yeah

Ferrari California

The whole top

Watching chain glistening

Balling like as pistol

Now we all it dollars

Imma a dummy with the money

I'll be going retarded

Backing them ghost's

Back the business, I'm focused

Niggers talking I fell of

Whole career I've been coasted

Putting up numbers like Lebron on n..ers

Go for BT I'm on my grind my n..er

Pulled up for 2 freaks

Heading back for the crib

Hoping we be

Nigger let me know now

Just keep it G

Cause ic an roll a blunt

And take my ass to sleep

My time is money

So I don't waste it

I stay on myself

Cause n..ers be on that snake shit

That fake shit

Far from average, I'm great

Bitch...see me at

But don't say shit

My homey held the weapon

So my hand stay clean

Kinda hard to stuff

25G in your jeans

And that's a 4 58

That is not a 3-16

It's big difference

Cause you boys ain't f..cking with me

More or less Burke

Say the money is good

We have up top

Let's get that understood

Getting money everywhere

Jordans I got every pair

And I'm always in a nice spot

Why you gonna be there?

Sucker, broke boy

Get your bread right

Bad bitch, whatcha head like?

Shots and it's over

Spilling deuce all over the sofa

We're having conversations with cover n..er

Shit, we was over in the UK

Watching the shows at B K

We was backstage

You know how Busta play

Tough flow with the devil

That's where Busta stay

Swear to God

All these rap n..ers is lame

They all wear leather

All dress the same

Whatever

All rocking Cubans

Niggers got straight chains

No creativity

Now that's a damn shame

Rolling the O

Just in case you ain't know

But ways in the A

Shout at its own folk

Got a girl in she bad

Fine as hell

Big all ass like K Michelle

Cush getting low

Don't you hate that shit

I don't start tripping

Don't you hate that bitch?

Got the Fay with the waves

Don't get sea sick

Louie Lofus with the linning

On my lay back shit

I'm gone

I know this shit to be everywhere