Busta Ass Niggas

[Hook: Hit-Boy]

Fuck them busta ass niggas

Fuck them sucker ass niggas, you a ho

Fuck them busta ass niggas

Ask the world I'll show you what is in the ?

[Verse 1: Chip tha Ripper]

I can beat you to the punch or I could punch you to the beat

I keeps it two hundred thousand, real ones fuck with me

I got money, but ain't too flashy, only fuck with girls who nasty

Bitch, let me see one ass cheek, I'm still high from last week

Hate I don't respond to, I just come and find you

With your girl and your mom too, do what I gotta do like John Q

Compared to how I used to live, I'm rich as hell, extra good

You say if you had a shot, you would all net, bet you would

Hey bitch, do you take MasterCard or Visa

Okay come in, hop on this Leaning Tower of Pisa

Keep them things on us, nigga we don't pop trunks

I ain't ever been no bitch, I ain't ever been no punk

Got thirty seven hoes at my crib getting drunk

Got a crib downtown and I ain't been there in two months

Niggas is hoes, hating on us, just don't fuck around and get lit

Guarantee you when I see you, nigga, you ain't gon' be shit

[Hook (2X)]

[Bridge: Chip tha Ripper (4X)]

Niggas acting like hoes

Bitch we getting this dough

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

I'm all about mine, I'm all about grinding

You all about losing, bitch, we all about shining

I'm doing this shit for my family, my niggas, you'll never catch me in the drop

I want cribs as big as Texas, bitch, respect the Swisher house

Catch me on the top of the charts, or your girl

Either way I'm winning watch the throne, I'm dropping the world

And she lusting for Louis, she fucking for Fendi

She greedy for Gucci, it ain't no pretending

All my niggas gonna smoke to this

All my niggas gonna roll to this

All my bitches get high cuz we finna get fly, got me felling like Hov and shit

? big pimping now we on a boat

Somewhere off in the Pacific now we on the coast

Nigga we celebrating, sipping now we gotta toast

To all this fucking good living, now the struggle gone

Yeah we on, yeah we on and life was all so hard

Until I made a song called ball so hard

She don't wanna let me swipe, I'll use my Kanye card

Now she knows that I'm repping that G.O.O.D. Music

And it's just nothing to getting them drawers off

[Hook + Bridge]

[Verse 3: Bun B]

I sit on the side of the bed, smoking a blunt, counting my bread

Your bitch got her face in my lap going fed

And I'm tapping that, she's on top of her head

Yeah this is the life of a king, money and power, the lights and the bling

And my wife is a queen, look at me nigga, my life is a dream

You caught in the hype and it seems you think you like me, but nigga you ain't

So if you step to me wrong then I'll split your ass from the teeth to the taint

See, I've been in these streets and you can't just say what the fuck you gon do and don't do it

Say you want drama, we gon pursue it

Radiator gun be leaking that fluid

Fuck a hater and whoever came with him

I'll point the finger, then my niggas get him

After my niggas got him, he tossed in a river and sink to the bottom

When that body gets bottom

Sleep with the fish like Osama Bin Laden

Fuck boy, we ain't hiding

We at your broad, daylight and we riding

And my hat low and I'm sitting on fat, ho

Plus, I'm packing that gat so

Watch where you're walking like Ratso

Rizzo, extra street and these kids know

So do us all a favor and go mind your motherfucking biz, ho

[Hook + Bridge]