Oh Lord - Young Buck, The City Paper, Young Buck & The City Paper

Yeah… haha

Whole club looking at you like «Oh my lord»

Oh.oh my lord

I’m getting money and I ball so hard, she like

Oh my god, oh my god

Oh my god

I’m getting this bread, oh my god

Oh my god

I’m ducking feds, oh my god

Oh my god, oh my god

I’m cocaine dreaming, no I don’t sleep

Bitch I’m booming and banging, try’na buy a Benz in a week

Oh lord…

All this dope I’m thinking «Oh lord»

All these pounds I’m thinking «Oh lord»

We be baging up ounces, it’s fucked up in these streets

I got four trap houses trying to get it up in a week

Oh lord…

All these pills I’m thinking «Oh lord»

All this lean I’m thinking «Oh lord»

In the kitchen cooking soft you know I make it go hard

And it’s «Fuck you» to the niggas out here that taking your job

Shake it.

I’m trying to bring two bags so I’m patient

Gotta use that for motivation, let your wrist whip in rotation

Paper.

chasing.

Wish I could take a vacation

The money good so I’m raising, I’m like fuck the time I’m facing

Never seen so much dope in my life… Oh lord!

If I do this right I could buy me a house with a big ol' yard

Gotta move this white, I’m, Bitch I go hard

And my tits is so dark I’m pulling up with yo bra

Y’all don’t want no money ho, I’m cookin' up with Georgia

And you ain’t got no car, we look at you like «Oh my god.»

I’m cocaine dreaming, no I don’t sleep

Bitch I’m booming and banging, try’na buy a Benz in a week

Oh lord…

All this dope I’m thinking «Oh lord»

All these pounds I’m thinking «Oh lord»

We be baging up ounces, it’s fucked up in these streets

I got four trap houses trying to get it up in a week

Oh lord…

All these pills I’m thinking «Oh lord»

All this lean I’m thinking «Oh lord»

Oh lord.

Right now I’m boosie collage high

Backpack with them pounds in it, who the fuck is that collage guy?

Who the fuck is that City nigga everybody keep on talking about?

Bitch I think that’s me.

oh lord, gotta think I lied

Young P Rose, I’mma wreck this game

Bet it all on me, bet it gon' swang

Bet I get rich, bet he don’t shoot?

.45 bitch, my set don’t change

Put it on Rick, I put it on my ass, dude I put Game

Plus I’m proud of it… Oh lord

that not me, but I got blame

Homicide detectives on my twitter, gotta change my name

Cash is claimed now I leave, my nigga done ten, now we free

Getting cake now (Oh Lord)

Fucking cerealie

I’m cocaine dreaming, no I don’t sleep

Bitch I’m booming and banging, try’na buy a Benz in a week

Oh lord…

All this dope I’m thinking «Oh lord»

All these pounds I’m thinking «Oh lord»

We be baging up ounces, it’s fucked up in these streets

I got four trap houses trying to get it up in a week

Oh lord…

All these pills I’m thinking «Oh lord»

All this lean I’m thinking «Oh lord»