Bleed - Young M.A

Four years later, they still sleeping on me

And I ain’t gotta get the strap, because I keep it on me

It’s crazy how I got a big dick without a dick

It’s Young M.A., don’t ever let that name come out your lips

I’m the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib, and you can die inside your

living room

If gettin' money mean you dumb, well fuck it then, I been a fool

And I ain’t just go and get the food, I built the kitchen too

I’d rather be inside some pussy, than do this interview

Little gay nigga, hoes been on me since like middle school

Break up with a bitch, by next week I won’t remember you

Just because I put it in, don’t mean I’m into you

In them foreign countries with them foreign chicks

Foreign whip, foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit

Niggas wildin' out in Paris

Caught, 'Are you recording this?"

Put 200,000 on my balance just for talkin' shit

Fuckin' up a tour and shit

Rem handle the important shit

It’s funny how haters throwin' shots, but they ain’t callin' it

Clear the way, make room, please excuse

That’s a real nigga walking in (wooh)

Huh?

This M.A., bitch, ugh

You got something on your mind, then say that shit

We kingpins, this is not a playpen

In other words, we don’t play that shit

M.A. 'bout to drop, better play that shit

Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit

They be like «Ooh, I hate that bitch»

Ooh, but ain’t they broke?

And, ain’t I rich?

Ooh, ooh, shake 'em off

Niggas wasn’t on they job, had to lay 'em off

A nigga wasn’t on his job, had to break her off

Three words for these hoes, «Take it off»

Ooh, drop panties, no hands please

She don’t need Plan B’s

She pop Xanny’s like it’s candy

That’s why she antsy, but she nasty

And I’m a thoroughbred nigga with a attitude

It’s Young M.A., make sure the 'M' and 'A is capital

Being broke is a joke, that’s why I’m never in a laughing mood

Always got the track clickin' like some tapping shoes

It was either get rich, or die, I had to choose

'Get Rich or Die Trying,' Curtis Jackson move

Bipolar, can’t control her, keep a tool with me

Strap across my shoulder, 'cause my mind is like a bag of screws

Huh?

This M.A., bitch, ugh

You got something on your mind, then say that shit

We kingpins, this is not a playpen

In other words, we don’t play that shit

M.A. 'bout to drop, better play that shit

Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit

They be like «Ooh, I hate that bitch»

Ooh, but ain’t they broke?

And, ain’t I rich?

Flex, ooh, Hercules

In this motherfuckin' booth, leavin' third degrees

Cookin' crack up in that stu', I gotta serve the fiends

Hop in that Maybach, tell the driver, «Um, curtains please»

Rich and filthy, still rock silkies, red most certainly

Black and blue, that green one too, just copped that burgundy

I swear I tried to change my ways, but it ain’t work for me

Fuck a bitch, 'cause currently my mood is currency

And I’m sippin' Hennessy

Make sure it’s Privilége please

I’m countin' up, she said 'How much?'

I said 'Infinity'

If I don’t come for you, aye, do not send for me

'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock

Take her virginity (crr)

Big pimpin' spendin' G’s

What I look like trickin' on a bitch?

That ain’t did shit for me

Keep bein' my vicinity without abilities

All you haters, hold my nuts and suck my dignities (sheesh)