Home Run (feat. Juelz Santana)

A, im baaaack

Wake up in the mornin with one thought

I gotta get it

Then i hop up in the shower, had my b-tch already in it

While she wipe me down, i stroke her breasts

Hopped out the shower soaking wet

I'm already fly and i ain't even put my clothes on yet

Cuz

They get fly (they get fly), i am fly (i am fly)(x3)

Aight, ya n-ggas know me!

Now i got money on money, and b-tches on b-tches

Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness

I got money on my mind, and i'm thinking all day

Keep a bad b-tch to f-ck me when i had a long day

Cuz my money make money and my b-tches get b-tches

Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness

I get baseball money, check my home run average

Take over the game and let my homeboys have it

Uh, aight

Ok i'm up to the plate, homerun is gone

You know what that means, time to bring that money home

Brown paper bags still talk that money

And my money make money i don't touch that money

I got money mad at me yeah upset money

I got money over money thats bunk bed money

Crib so spacious, whip so matrix

Keep chicks with me, and the hips bodacious

N-gga like me move quick, no patience

Rockstar life, everyday clique wasted

Everyday's a long day, i get money the long way

Go to sleep then wake up with it, bed full of naked b-tches

They know i got that juice and they just want a taste, a sippin'

I be battin', they be pitchin', barry bonds the way i hit it

Listen, they get fly (they get fly), i am fly (am fly)

Aight, ya n-ggas know me!

Uhhh

I'm international like my f-cking visa

Swag on easter, that wrist on freezer

That b-tch on diva, waist on heater

Lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza

And when it come to gettin doe i'ma roll like pita (yup)

Coke on the scale, libra

Hail mary n-ggas, no mother teresa

Aight, i'm forever on my grind (grind)

Cuz you can freeze the watch but you can never freeze the time (no)

You pop sh-t, i show sh-t

You got sh-t, i own sh-t

That fly sh-t, i'm on it

I'm hot sh-t, you novice

Man, ok i'm up to the plate, homerun is gone

You know what that means, it's time to bring that money home

Wake up in the mornin with one thought

I gotta get it

Then i hop up in the shower, had my b-tch already in it

While she ride me down, i stroke her breasts

Hopped out the shower soaking wet

I'm already fly and i ain't even put my clothes on yet

Cuz

They get fly (they get fly), i am fly (i am fly)(x3)

Aight, ya n-ggas know me!