CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Level 3

(A$tod, you cooked this?)
Bleu Vandross
Boosie Badazz
I told y'all about this n***a Yung Bleu two years ago, y'all ain't believe me
Now you see, n***a, platinum records, gold records
More money, more guns, 'nother level
Can't knock the hustle
Finna take this sh*t up a new level, n***a (Cold-blooded)

Got that lil' money, but that don't make you real
A million dollars, I couldn't take the deal
Just had a lil' one, I can't wait to see 'em
He just got out, but he can't wait to kill
Spin that sh*t
Whatever move, you better kill that sh*t
My n***a died, I can't forgive that sh*t
He just got out, but he can't wait to spin
Like 50 Cent, b*t*h, I got many men
Who done caught bodies, they wan' kill again
My lil' n***as stalk you
Murder that sh*t before you leave, go do a walk-through
I just pulled up in that 'Vette, I'm full of Hennessy and liquor
Had to treat her like a ho, she gave that pu**y to my n***a
These n***as know I'm gettin' selfish, yeah