Look Ma Lyrics

[Intro:]
f*ck with me let me show you where I'm coming from,
coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from...
The streets is crazy maybe he gon' need another gun,
'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun...

[Chorus:]
Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters
hatin'
They don't matter, man f*ck them all, I got the ball
Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress
Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool...

[Verse 1:]
Uh...
RIP's, RSVP's, mansions, off CD's
GT's, TV's, surrounded by three P's
Paper, power, p*ssy, cause we fall off the map
But I wan' go back to what they rather be, be casualty
caught in the trap
I can't do that, I gotta be with it, I want it, see it,
go out and get it
Huffin' and puffin' brings nothin' f*ck 'um they done
made my heart a blizzard
Money sent when I walk in, and my bitch just got the
torch in
Better pop your hatin', no talkin, it's stalkin, to his
muhf*ckin' coffin'
That boy there awesome, he be flossin', bags 'um and
toss' 'um
My wheels a fortune, on that portion, that they don't
come cross 'um
I horse 'um, I'm ballin', nigga my skin made of
Spalding
You spoil 'um, how boring, I bust they ass till
morning'...

[Chorus:]
Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters
hatin'
They don't matter, man f*ck them all, I got the ball
Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress
Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool... [Verse 2:]
Uh...
My car go, but I rather let them haters see me slow
Blue, "what up", not a thing, chasin' dough I got to go
We both know, you don't really like me so, you ain't
gotta front no mo'
Nigga I'm so cold, you can go, die, won't nobody miss
you so
Everybody knows you be hatin', but I'm cakin', no
conversation
Better get up and get you some, kinda clique you from,
your far too patient
Nah ma no time for wastin', that'd f*ck up the gwop
Shit they comin' in like new dollars, don't matter you
stuck up or not
Nigga I ain't throwin' my pay away, f*ck wrong with you
trick
Bet I get the same bitches home givin' how we go in my
whip
We gon' pick some and then switch, that one, this one,
then I dip
Ridin' big gun on my hip, sleep then wake up back on my
shit...

[Chorus:]
Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters
hatin'
They don't matter, man f*ck them all, I got the ball
Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress
Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool...

[Bridge:]
f*ck with me let me show you where I'm coming from,
coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from...
The streets is crazy maybe he gon' need another gun,
'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun...

[Outro:]
I made it...
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money...
New money, I'm gettin' money, money money...
Money money...
Money!

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