Cant 2 Lyrics & Tabs by Unknown Artist
Cant 2
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Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga don't watch that cause I Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same J's on, pinky ring Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine In the same league, but we don't ball the same (Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time She said she love me, I said, "Baby girl, fall in line" Okay, made a million, off of denim, fuck, watch me switch it up Walked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!" You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off This that sauce, this that dressing, Givenchy, nigga God bless you If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (True)
I touched down in '86 Knew I was a man by the age of 6 I even fucked the girl that used to babysit But that was years later on some crazy shit I heard your new shit, nigga hated it Damon Wayans, homie don't play that shit I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit And my latest shit is like a greatest hits God damn, ain't no wishing over on this side Y'all don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with y'all It's no different over on this side God damn, should I listen to everybody or myself? Cause myself just told myself "You're the motherfucking man, you don't need no help" Cashing checks and I'm bigging up my chest, Y'all keep talking ‘bout who next But I'm about as big as it gets I swear y'all just wasting y'all breath I'm the light skinned Keith Sweat I'mma make it last forever It's not your turn ‘cause I ain't done yet Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle I was made for all of this shit And I'm on the road box office sales I'm getting paid for all of this shit Ask you to please excuse my table manners I was making room for the table dancers ‘Cause if we judging off your advances I just got paid like eight advances God damn!
Ho, shut the fuck up! I got way too much on my mental, I learn from what I've been through I'm finna do what I didn't do and still waking up like the rent's due Not complicated, it's simple, I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full And to them hoes I'm everything —everything but gentle But I still take my time, man, I guess I'm just old fashioned Wearing retro shit, that's old fashioned Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need to hit Keep a broad on the floor year 'round like season tickets I plead the fifth, drink a fifth Load the nine, leave you split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip My new girl is on Glee and shit, probably making more money than me and shit I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one Like I got trust issues, I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out I'm the type to have a bullet-proof condom and still gotta pull out But that's just me, and I ain't perfect, I ain't a saint but I am worth it If it's one thing, I am worth it, niggas still hating but it ain't working Lil' bitch…
Oh me, oh me, oh my I think I done fucked too many women from the 305 Before the end of this year, I'll do King of Diamonds three more times Smoking on that kush all in our section like it's legalized Girl, you can't always have your way, sometimes it be like that They dont really fuck with you like that, they ain't never did me like that I just took my time, you got your shine, I let you eat like that I've been taught to never loan somebody what you need right back And I need that shit right back? (no more free Randy) I'm blessed than a motherfucka Niggas been stressed than a motherfucka Niggas getting nervous, clutching they chests like a motherfucka Damn that's a motherfucker Tell the truth, I don't listen to you ‘Cause I don't like being lied to And that ship won't sail And that wind won't guide you Daddy was in jail we was talking through the window like a motherfucking drive-thru That was back then man, now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do
