I'm a G (Featuring Brisco & Lil Wayne) - Rick Ross
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I'm a G (Featuring Brisco & Lil Wayne) Lyrics
Beat Nova CaneI wear the *** like a girdle
Bulletproof car got me feelin' like a turtle, s***
These n*** ain't satisfied 'til they get ***, you hear me?
Yeah and I'ma G, you don't know a muthaf*** thang 'bout me
I tell you one muthaf*** thang 'bout me
*** I got so much money on meI'm lookin' thug in a Bentley
I got a few slugs, don't temp me
Khaled put me up on the firm mats
I'ma million dollar ***, let's confirm thatI rep Carol City out in Vegas
And the matchin' hundred thousand dollar bracelet
Mo' *** then The Matrix
Neo, reload, get your face twistCartel *** by the cases
Cartel, mo' cars then the races
*** on a Lear Jet
Rick Ross, I'ma real threatI wear the *** like a girdle
Bulletproof car got me feelin' like a turtle, s***
These n*** ain't satisfied 'til they get ***, you hear me?
Yeah and I'ma G, you don't know a muthaf*** thang 'bout me
I tell you one muthaf*** thang 'bout me
*** I got so much money on meStandin' in da blue house *** in my right hand
Stomach growlin', the Bris gotta feed the fam
I gotta meet the man, the man wit dem kilograms
He 'bouta get jammed by the Open Locker goonI found a needle in da hay stack
Put a boy in the flood, snoops'll they got my weight back
Now I'm known around Dade as the Young Don
Ain't no *** made *** where I come fromNa, ain't no ***, ain't stoppin' s***
8 pound on da pinky, a bird fat on the wrist
So far, so hood
When da rounds hit his ***, it ain't look so goodNow he leavin' in a black bag
He the roach, the Bris be da black flag
And don't leave your dope 'round me
Straight gutta, fo' real, ask ya homie 'bout me, I'm a GI wear the *** like a girdle
Bulletproof car got me feelin' like a turtle, s***
These n*** ain't satisfied 'til they get ***, you hear me?
Yeah and I'ma G, you don't know a muthaf*** thang 'bout me
I tell you one muthaf*** thang 'bout me
*** I got so much money on meFat paper bag, brown paper bag
Rubberband, green paper cash, yep
*** wit 'em, get the laser tag
Y'all n*** betta wave a flag, it is ovaI walk wit a hand gun, ride wit a punk
It must been the coop or somethin'
Since I love her, I'ma put some candy on that ***
I go topless, no panties on that ***See, y'all n*** think it's sweet
Sweet tooth n*** get shot in the teeth like that, boy
I got *** where *** ain't suppose to be
You need to get a full dose of me, I'm crack, yeahI wear the *** like a girdle
Bulletproof car got me feelin' like a turtle, s***
These n*** ain't satisfied 'til they get ***, you hear me?
Yeah and I'ma G, you don't know a muthaf*** thang 'bout me
I tell you one muthaf*** thang 'bout me
*** I got so much money on me*** know I'm illatic , know who you dealin' wit
*** ya pretty whip, you n*** ain't killin' s***
Every bird I whip, *** every bird I'm wit
I'm ya Makaveli, sucka, where dat *** hitY'all n*** ain't trill, y'all *** know the deal
Y'all *** wanna deal
What you talkin' is irrelevant
This *** leave a hole in a elephantSo if I got it, then I'm sellin' it
Need cheese cake like Frederick
You hear the rhetoric, *** you not a predakic
Rick in a 7 6, six shot metal kit, RossI wear the *** like a girdle
Bulletproof car got me feelin' like a turtle, s***
These n*** ain't satisfied 'til they get ***, you hear me?
Yeah and I'ma G, you don't know a muthaf*** thang 'bout me
I tell you one muthaf*** thang 'bout me
*** I got so much money on me, Ross
Songwriters
ROBERTS, WILLIAM / LIL' WAYNE, / BRISCOE, / KHALED, KHALEDPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
