OJ

Album: Thug Motivation 103: Hustlerz Ambition (2011)
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  • [Chorus]
    What you know 'bout champagne every night
    Bad bitches everywhere, Barry White
    Hit the things, I could bury white
    Countin’ up a million dollars every night
    Hit the mall blow a four way
    Kinda hard when you’re sleeping on Dolce
    Wake up drinkin Rose
    Killin’ that white bitch, OJ

    Smokin that exotic, ridin' that foreign
    Million dollar round trippin’, I ain't talkin' bout touring
    Yeah, countin’ money til ya boring
    Man fuck that shit (Jizzle where you goin’)
    Flat screens on the wall, nigga Imax
    Michael Turners on deck, nigga half backs
    Dirty white bitch, yeah that Kat Stacks
    We don’t sleep round here, we take cat naps
    Wesley Snipes motherfucka this the money train
    Swear the work came faster than the money came
    Sometimes the money be faster than the cars is
    If the feds ain't watching then them broads is
    Could end any day and you know better
    Now you watch the frito lay, yeah you know cheddar
    Double bags at the spot, luggage in the place
    Louie V on deck, luggage on my waist

    [Chorus]

    I woke up sayin’ I ain't drinking no more
    Same night in the spot drinkin’ Coco
    Loso, bad bitch think she know so
    Got a man cuffin’ nigga think he popo
    She tryna go below the belt, thinkin’ low blow
    I’m thinking oh yeah, he thinkin’ oh no
    I’m on my high horse nigga, thinking Polo
    Got the nine on me so I think I’m Romo
    Uh, I’m about that life nigga
    Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife nigga
    Married to this shit, asking am I getting cheddar now
    They say I do, like a motherfucking wedding vow
    That AirTran, we flying for cheap
    And you niggas sleepin’ on me, hope you die in your sleep
    OJ, yeah probably don’t get it
    I’m the best that ever did it and got away with it

    [Chorus]

    You could tell he gettin' money and every nigga with ‘em
    The gloves don’t fit him so they gotta acquit him
    Ain't nobody seen it, but everybody heard it
    The whole town hatin’, they waitin’ on a verdict
    Tell ‘em niggas pop off, I’m waitin on a drop off
    And I ain't leaving the block 'til I knock the whole box off
    Yeah taking care of the whole fam
    Bought the Porsche gave the M to my old man
    More money more problems, more grams
    More real estate, more land
    At fight night I be ringside
    I let them things fly, just put 1.5 under my king size
    I look at the world through a king's eyes
    I was born to spit bars and sling pies
    I ain't wealthy yet but I’m quite rich
    I just gotta keep killin’ that white bitch

    [Chorus: x2] Writer/s: ANTOINE KEARNEY, DEMETRIUS ELLERBEE, JASON PHILLIPS, JAY JENKINS, JOHN JACKSON, MEIKO KAJI
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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