Out the Bowl

LETRA

Out the Bowl

Hello!

Just in case y'all niggas didn't know
We the man round here ni***!
One time, lil lavish ni***

(Hoodrich Bitch!)

When she give me head she gon' use both hands
Hey! Hey!
And ya know, hey, hey
Im the man, hey
Oh im in the club and im doing the stale face, ok
Hey, why ya mad?
Im just waiting to get the check please
Hey, I need my check please!
Try to check me, you gon need a check please!
And the fuc*** Glock become designer
Niggas rockin' Glocks like that shit designer!
Ok, if I pull mine I'ma fuckin' design ya!
Ok, leave you chopped up like some fuckin' lasagna
Ok, keep the piece, i've been tryna keep the peace
You can clear the fuckin' streets that's why I'm tryna keep the peace
Ay, I got a money recipe that work for more than me
Ay, they can't work for you, hell, you can work for me

She love me cause I get it out the bowl
Ima real ni*** rockin' real gold
But little do she know
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
She love me cause I get it out the bowl
Ima real ni*** rockin' real gold
But little do she know
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes

Bitch!
20 bands in my hands ima make these bitches do the Macarena
Ay, ima real street ni***, I be damned if I pay you for a feature!
(21! 21!)
Mamacita! I wanna meet ya!
Smokin' reefer (gas! gas!), I keep my heater
I met her in the club, I knew she was a cheater (cheating bitch)
I can f*** you baby girl but I can't keep you
Yeah, Ima liar, Ima dog, she a silly bitch
She always call my phone with that silly shit!
You ain't talkin money? hang the phone up (what?)
You ain't talkin money ni***? hold up (what?)
You ain't talkin money ni***? pour up (w-what?)
Got it out the bowl with the cola

She love me cause I get it out the bowl
Ima real ni*** rockin' real gold
But little do she know
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
She love me cause I get it out the bowl
Ima real ni*** rockin' real gold
But little do she know
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes