I See Why - Young Buck, Tha City Paper

I got all this money round me

All these goons around me

All these d boys round me

Got all this dope around me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

I got all these killers round me

All these robbers round me

All these hoes around me

Got all these bitches round me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

Yeah, see way them niggas gasing up again

All they make is slaps

Toe got my money, oh this Yo MTV Raps

Fast money, I can sprint thousand laps

Hit my booster up, my daughter need some shit from baby Gap

Fifteen pounds of purps and thirty-five pounds of mid

Sell me like four zips of molly’s

I ain’t really know that it came like this

Lil Ray-Ray clean my forges

He let him clean my crib

He told me he do carbon

Hell I told him I do flip

Real nigga shit straight up

All bullshit to the side

One more time for my joe niggas

Getting off Airmax 95

Yeah, drop top bumping that Lupe

Hard top bumping that old face

Pull me off with a half of plug

Gotta let that bitch off the fourway

Right hand up I’m real nigga

My homie locked up, I’m still with you

Young nigga strapping at the barber shop

Had a quarter ounce strapped and Hilfiger

Said some niggas rather be pimping

But me I ball like Michael Jeffrey

It’s bringing me some of they good shit

Lit a fizz up, call it a dirty piff

I got all this money round me

All these goons around me

All these d boys round me

Got all this dope around me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

I got all these killers round me

All these robbers round me

All these hoes around me

Got all these bitches round me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

Got me laid up in this Days Inn

Sixty dollar rooms

The young niggas been getting it off

Ever since we brought it to em'

Can’t be paranoid, picking it up

Or under pressure, whippin it up

Couple niggas I know took a fall ain’t never getting it up

I’m telling papi send it up

Baking soda blend it up

I told the mayor fuck yourself

Selling dope because my rent is up

Hey all my cars tinted up

I need my picture centered up

Your lil bitch don’t stand a chance

I like my bitches thick as fuck

My click deserve a kodak moment

Smile, say cheese niggas

Hey get this, the bread letters catch up on these niggas

Going once, going twice, what your life cost

Fifteen hunned pounds, in the basement with the lights out

My old lady counting three mill and can’t tell you where we live

I’m just drankin champagne in True Religion in green hills

Chanel 5 sent me a tweet asked me did I buy my chain?

I thought y’all had all the news bitch

I’ve been doing my thang

I got all this money round me

All these goons around me

All these d boys round me

Got all this dope around me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

I got all these killers round me

All these robbers round me

All these hoes around me

Got all these bitches round me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me

Oh no, I see why they talk about me