Rick Ross – I'm A G lyrics

[Gun Shots]
[Voice] Beat Nova Cane

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh... I wear the gun like a girdle
Bullet proof car got me feelin like a turtle
Shit... These niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered you heard me
Yeah n ima G you don't know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell you one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh...

[Rick Ross - verse 1]
I'm lookin thug in the Bently (whooo)
I gotta few slugs don't temp me (ahh)
Khaled put me up on the firm mats (khaled)
Ima million dollar nigga lets comfirm that (Ross)
I rep carrot city out in vegas (vegas)
N the matchin huned thousand dollar braclet (whoo)
Mo' guns then da matrix (matrix)
Neo reload get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross Ima Real threat

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh... I wear the gun like a girdle
Bullet proof car got me feelin like a turtle
Shit... These niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered you heard me
Yeah n ima G you don't know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell you one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh...

[Brisco - verse 2]
Standin in da blue house choppa in my right hand
Stomache growlin bris gotta feed the fam
I gotta meet a man the man wit dem kilograms
He bouta get jammed by the open locker goons
I found a needle in da hay stack (hay stack)
Put boy in to flood the streets n got my weight back
Now I'm known around day as the young don (young don)
Aint no bitch made pussy's where I come from (nah)
Aint no dick aint stoppin shit
8 pound on da pinky bird fat on the wrist
(On the wrist) so far so hood
When da rounds hit his ass it aint look so good (so good)
Now he leavin in a black bag
He a roach the bris be da black flag
N don't leave ya dope round me
Straight guttah 4real ask ya homie bout me ima G

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh... I wear the gun like a girdle
Bullet proof car got me feelin like a turtle
Shit... These niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered you heard me
Yeah n ima G you don't know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell you one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh...

[Lil Wayne - verse 3]
Fat paper bag brown paper bag
Rubberband green paper cash (yep)
Fuck wit em get the laser tag
Yall niggas betta wave a flag it is ova
I walk wit a hand gun ride wit more
Froom it must been a coop or sumthin
Since I love her ima put some candy on that hoe
I go topless no panties on that hoe
(See) yall niggas think it's sweet sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teeth
Like that boi I got guns where guns aint suppose to be
You need to get a full dose of me (I'm crack) yeah...

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh... I wear the gun like a girdle
Bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
Shit... These niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered you heard me
Yeah n ima G you don't know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell you one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh...

[Rick Ross - verse 4]
Niggas low I'm illatic (whoo)
Know who you dealin wit (whoo)
Fuck ya pretty whip you niggas aint killn shit
Every bird I whip fuckin every bird I'm wit
I'm ya makeveli sucka where dat murda hit
Yall niggas aint trill (trill)
Yall niggas know the deal (deal)
Yall niggas wanna deal (deal)
What you talkin is erelevent (relevent)
Shit a leave a whole in a elephant (boom)
So if I got it them I'm sellin it (sellin it)
Need cheese cake like frederick (whoo)
You hear the rederick prick you not a predakit
Rick in a 7 6 six shot metal kit (Ross)

[Lil Wayne - hook]
Uh... I wear the gun like a girdle
Bullet proof car got me feelin like a turtle
Shit... These niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered you heard me
Yeah n ima G you don't know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
I tell you one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh... (Ross Ross)