Ohh! Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
(so much better)
[Chorus:]
Men you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Men you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Men you's a window shopper
In the dealership, tryna get a test drive
Men you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by.
[Verse:]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stackin' I'm filthy
It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't goin' for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around ya niggas better act right
When we got the tops... Down you can hear the system thump
nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
[Chorus:]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, tryna get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by.
[Verse 2:]
niggas Love me in L. A. As soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L. A. X. And I hop in
But when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, man
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Or we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my s** game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, man
Listen man, shit... Changed, I came up I'm doin my thang
Homey I'm holin', holin', holin'
Oh shit man, the store owner watchin' you
'For somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, tryna get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by.
[Intro:] Ohh! Ohh The top feels so much better than the bottom So much better (so much better) [Chorus:] Men you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Men you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Men you's a window shopper In the dealership, tryna get a test drive Men you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by. [Verse:] Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky I'm on the grind, let my paper stackin' I'm filthy It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun They know the kid ain't goin' for all that bullshit Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around ya niggas better act right When we got the tops... Down you can hear the system thump nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin' Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin' [Chorus:] Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, tryna get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by. [Verse 2:] niggas Love me in L. A. As soon as I pop in They come to scoop me up at L. A. X. And I hop in But when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off After that five hour flight from New York I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, man Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang." She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose Or we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my s** game Then her best friend could potentially be next, man Listen man, shit... Changed, I came up I'm doin my thang Homey I'm holin', holin', holin' Oh shit man, the store owner watchin' you 'For somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen [Chorus: 50 Cent] Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, tryna get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by. Explain Request ×
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