Menace 2 Songtext
von Quality Control

Can′t hang around if you don't got tough feet
I don′t eat fruit, so my nut like sweet heat
Nigga so rich, bank lookin' like VC
Walk down, run down on 'em like it′s DC

I don′t shoot, but I call the shots like a DP
Clip hold twelve like an '05 CD
Summertime, bitches wearin′ green like a BP
DD sittin' on her chest, tryna suck me

Whole time, nigga on the phone tryna run down
Bomb down, baby gettin′ piped 'till the sun down
Rich nigga take a rich shit on a gold seat
Since then, been a prodigy like Mobb Deep

Say less, nigga, do more ′cause the talk free
Used to punch numbers off an iPhone five c
White bitch tan, lookin' like an orange Hi-C
Shawty gave top and I rated it a high C


Man, I'm back and I′m better
I gained a lil′ weight, but I look even better
She give it a lick like she closing a letter
Her friend tryna fuck, but she ugly so never
Never

Goin' back broke, AR with the scope
I bought a lil′ tote, it cost me a dime
Cut that boy off, I'm seeing the signs
You can′t hang around if you don't pay the fine
Get put on the plate, lookin′ like swine
Who bitch is this? Finna be mine
Got her on her knees like she at the shrine

Three m's with jewelry be clear, uh (hey)
Take off your ice, give it here (come on with that)
Four hundred, this 'Rari in gear (skkrrt)
Back in the Maybach, lay back, hit the sheer (lay back)
Stare in his eyes, and we don′t got no fear (who?)
Shawty got popped, and they say it′s severe (baow, baow, who?)
Who did it? Boy, we don't even know (we don′t know)


I made an F on my test, F on my chest, fuck it, didn't need to go (fuck it)
Oh, you got an S on your chest with no vest on your chest?
Pay the check and we blow (baow)
Her Birkin cost 30, that′s low (30)
Fuck it, go buy her three more (fuck it)
I'ma break the bitch down, kilo (break her down)
Aventador green, CeeLo (yeah, yeah, uh)

That bitch want Sheneneh, okay (okay)
Get her number up to three k, Andre (three k)
Straight off the god-damn runway (runway)
She get on her knees, no Sunday (woo)

Straight Martell, no Bombay (Martell)
I knew I was gon′ be rich one day (hey)
Big clout, comin' in, ándale (clout)
Fuck clout, you can have it, I'll throw it away (fuck it)

When I pull out, bitches wanna come lay (skrrt)
Diamonds made in Neptune like family (hey)
Pull the thing out, it go dat way
I bet they gon′ tell, it′s a rat race (uh)

Me, Set, and Lil Boat, you're woke (set)
Two hundred k short change, I choke (damn)
Baguettes all in the fangs, I spoke (baguettes)
Hit the strip, make it rain C-notes (drip)

New watch and it′s plain, dope (woo)
How you hit 'em with the flex? I don′t know (flex)
Cashin' out two checks on the low (cash)
That′s for the group and solo (ooh)

Whipped cream on the ice like a float (whip)
I want a quarter M to host (m)
Rel Money used to do the most (woo)
When we got the packs in the post (hey)