BEEZYTOLDME2DOIT! Lyrics

All that he say, she say, she say, he say

Bitch, I need my cake every day like it's

My G-Day And I put it on every day like I hit replay

My closet like a clothing store, a clean face, open doors

I just mind my business, I was hoping that you look for yours

We the type of niggas that get rich, we don't care for Forbes

Solid all my life, but I'm the type, they don't give awards

Don't need no dick riders, was that nigga since a little boy

Stumpin' in this bitch, like I got on wheat timberlands

North Miami nigga, but you can tell that it's a difference

Underground king like Bun B, fuck the industry

I ain't bow down, there's no way they was

Accepting me I just keep my cool, kept doin' what I like

To do Whoever rockin' with me tapped in, while

I make these moves Beezy told me snap

So I went ahead and handled

That Talkin' bout these M's, that conversation

We gon' double back Money on my mind, when I blink, I see dollar

Signs Slavin' for these crackers

But we went and chose the life of crime

My niggas got caught like Meech and Terry

They ain't drop a dime Came back home, ain't miss a beat

After doin' time Real niggas rare, but they love these rats

For the cheese I ain't in they circle

So they barely showin love to me

Nax got em paintin' album covers way overseas

I ain't gotta talk, cause I let the work talk for me

Damn right I ain't gotta talk, cause I let the work

Talk for me They say money talk, but they run they mouth

Like Charlie Sheen And you ain't no plussah boy, so why the hell

You talkin' P?