Текст песни West Coast Wave

Hook:
I'm just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no
Better not fuck with my hustle
I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind
Fuck these niggaz and these bitches, keep money on my mind
I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no
Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you
Nigga better gimme every dime
Kuz nigga I got that money on my mind

What's the day that you was born (god bless)
I love my family, I love my music more than I love wakin' up in the morn
When niggaz stoppin' my cheese
Lukewarm niggaz, I'm hotter than sand beach when it's 90 degrees
Ain't no stoppin' my gang
I average a tripe-double, my Jimmy trouble, niggaz can only hope to contain
I can come around and spray and then throw it in your brain
How many niggaz that got a better styleMax B - West Coast Wave - http://ru.motolyrics.com/max-b/west-coast-wave-lyrics.html
You thought I was good before, you say I'm better now
Wavin' the P-89 and the grey Beretta round
Better duck when I pull it, I leave ya eardrum dippin'
I be flippin', gettin' money and steady tip-tippin'
I'm the closest nigga to B-I
Plus I possess of the swag with six series C-I
Drunk in the club, Jimmy better come and get him, he high
Please, don't let that muthafucka drive

Hook:
I'm just tryna fuck with the hoe, oh no, no, no, no
Better not fuck with my hustle
I'm a pimp baby I stay on the grind
Fuck these niggaz and these bitches, keep money on my mind
I be tryna rake up the dough, dough, oh, oh, no, no
Nigga fuck with my money I'll cut you
Nigga better gimme every dime
Kuz nigga I got that money on my mind