I'm Grown - G-Unit

Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals

Niggas ain’t on it like I’m on it, I own shit

I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls

I’m a pimp, bitch, I own hoes

I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans

I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers

I do what the fuck I want to

I’m grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit

I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit

Rich nigga, six figures

I double up every flip, my stash bigger

Plane hoppin', globetrottin'

A nigga blow a little paper when it’s time to move

Fuck old money for the new money

No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do

I do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown

I got my own money

I just do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown

I got my own house

I do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown

I got my own car

I just do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown, I’m grown

I’m on straight Remy, no chaser

Wanna smoke, but I’m still on paper

I mix purp' and yellow like a Laker

Headed to the moon and I just might take ya

Split my blunt with a little bitty razor

While this thick bitch just twerk on the table

I talk big nips, look like Fantasia

She ready, willin' and able

Just got a piercing in her navel

Walking nine to five and she staying

She say she flying down to my city

Cause she got a birthday coming in April

We ain’t got no kind of commitment

Why you worried 'bout if I’m hitting it?

Don’t worry about how I’m getting it

Stay the fuck up out of my business

No more stressin', I’m VVS’in', ballin' lessons on DVD

Pay per view shit, making moves since 2'03, can’t see me free

That love gon' get you like BDP, PSA: I’mma be okay, I’m the iron G

Fix flash and I’m a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of y’all

Trouble can’t ignore me, I was born to ball

Fuck is up?

I’m one of one, I need a custom cut

Hear the summer come, I want the number one

Bitch, walk in with a freak behind me

Shades damn near to the sticks, Gianni

Too nights and no repeating, mami

I’m guttered up, my streets define me

I drop your ass to the floor, here to be more

Rob me I’ll make a detour, robbery how I get to her

Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder

Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover

Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder

Bullshitting how?

Show you my pimping diploma

Brought an Audemar for when times was hard

Nine calls for the nine walls

Mardi Gras, take your top off

I’m a nasty nigga, might slide and roll

Fly your girl out to Miami

Sent her back home like they done LeBron

I ain’t tripping if you ain’t tripping, party hard 'till he calls the law

Got my own house so I can throw you out

I got my own blood so I ain’t putting it out

This is my car and I can smoke it out

Got my own money and like four accounts

Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out

Got my own shooters and they scoping out

Bought my bitch an ass, now it’s poking out

If she throw it back then I’mma throw her out

My condo money don’t fold out, wild all out

Hoes out, let’s roll out, funeral when I go south

Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I don’t know about

I never changed, I’m so South, big chains and a gold mouth

I’m rollin out