Beez Round Here Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm in this bitch fixing to break shit
I'm in this bitch fixing to break shit
I got a whip and my dash dumb
Feel like I'm driving a spaceship
They try to play me like I wouldn't make it
And now I ain't nothing to play with
I feel like Jordan in Game 6
I do not f*ck with that lame shit
I only live by my own rules
Dawg, I be busting them dope moves
High as hell on a cloud, man, I feel like Goku
Driving fast, switching lanes, park the car, hop up out it
Getting money, yeah I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, like Master P
When they talk about the best, you better mention me
It ain't a mystery, I don't let the bullshit get to me
I don't love these hoes, that's against the code
Dick the only thing a bitch get from me
I know all my old hoes sick of me
'Cause every time they look I'm on a different screen
I ain't been to sleep in a couple days
'Cause when you on the grind what the f*ck is sleep?
One hand on the wheel, other hand on the world
I be going nuts like a squirrel
And I got some money in the bank
Give a f*ck what a nigga think, smoking on dank
Trying to get a house in the hills
Trying to get a neck full of gold
I be really out here on the go
f*ck it dawg, it is what it is
I'm just putting on for the crib
[Chorus]
I'm just having fun with it, dawg
I'm the motherf*cking man 'round here
And of course I'm only keeping shit a hundred grand 'round here
Fake niggas, y'all can't even stand 'round here
Really I'm the motherf*cking man 'round here
And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherf*cking band 'round here
Lately I been all about the bands 'round here
I'm just having fun with it, dawg
I'm the motherf*cking man 'round here
And of course I'm only keeping shit a hundred grand 'round here
Fake niggas, y'all can't even stand 'round here
Really I'm the motherf*cking man 'round here And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherf*cking band 'round here
Lately I been all about the bands 'round here
I'm just having fun with it

[Verse 2]
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
The bitches out here, they be bad as f*ck
The niggas who slap on me mad as hell
The niggas who still sleeping mad as well
'Cause, well, the shit I be doing they regular
I got more bars than your cellular
Don't call my phone with that bullshit
You not talking money, just text me
I never sneezed but she blessed me
Niggas all on my wave like a Jet Ski
Used to run from the law with my niggas
[?] saved by the sinner
I eat straight instrumentals for dinner
Charlie Sheen in my jeans, I'm a winner
All of my hoes, man, they DD up
Y'all can't f*ck with the kid I call CPS
Take a look at my crib and you'll notice that all of my tellies tubby just like PBS
I'm on my way to the top, I don't need no direction or even need GPS
Niggas can't f*ck with me ever, can't f*ck with me never
I'm too f*cking clever, I'm better don't question it
2-1-9 I got the section lit
[Chorus]
I'm just having fun with it, dawg
I'm the motherf*cking man 'round here
And of course I'm only keeping shit a hundred grand 'round here
Fake niggas, y'all can't even stand 'round here
Really I'm the motherf*cking man 'round here
And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherf*cking band 'round here
Lately I been all about the bands 'round here
I'm just having fun with it, dawg
I'm the motherf*cking man 'round here
And of course I'm only keeping shit a hundred grand 'round here
Fake niggas, y'all can't even stand 'round here
Really I'm the motherf*cking man 'round here
And I'm smoking loud, the neighbors thought I had a motherf*cking band 'round here
Lately I been all about the bands 'round here
I'm just having fun with it