Lyrics Enuf of Those - Jakecon, Slimm Grimm & B-Eazy
Nigga,
a
house?
I
got
one
of
those
And
cars?
I
got
two
of
those
My
homies?
I
got
a
lot
of
those
I
got
enough
of
those,
I
got
enough
of
those
And
clothes?
I
got
a
bunch
of
those
And
hoes?
I
got
a
flock
of
those
And
songs?
I
got
crazy
flows
I
got
enough
of
those,
I
got
enough
of
those
I
done
had
enough
of
these
niggas
Asking
what's
up
with
my
figures
Put
a
buck
on
my
swisher
Want
a
cup
of
my
liquor
I
be
ducking
these
niggas
Cause
they
be
clutching
my
gold
They
wanna
fuck
with
a
bro
I
got
enough
of
them
hoes
Ain't
gotta
shop
at
the
mall
I
got
enough
of
them
clothes
But
a
buck
ain't
enough
I
need
a
bucket
to
blow
Blow
a
buck,
like
fuck
it
I'm
a
hustler
bro
You
gotta
know
what
a
hustler
know
Enough
is
enough
What
you
hustling
for?
You
wasn't
happy
with
enough
When
we
was
busted
and
broke
Got
addicted
to
that
money
And
in
love
with
this
doe
Now
niggas
wanna
brag
about
who
thuggin'
the
most
The
last
nigga
tried
to
brag
caught
a
slug
in
his
throat
Better
stop
being
cool,
nigga
Button
your
coat
We
don't
fuck
with
the
bragging
type
Boy,
get
your
swagger
right
Stop
trying
to
brag
like
I
ain't
never
had
like
enough
Nigga,
a
house?
I
got
one
of
those
And
cars?
I
got
two
of
those
My
homies?
I
got
a
lot
of
those
I
got
enough
of
those,
I
got
enough
of
those
And
clothes?
I
got
a
bunch
of
those
And
hoes?
I
got
a
flock
of
those
And
songs?
I
got
crazy
flows
I
got
enough
of
those,
I
got
enough
of
those
Big
body
Chevy's
riding
heavy
on
24's
Living
the
proper
life
getting
paper
That's
how
a
player's
supposed
to
live
In
the
Chrysler
Imperial,
something
serious
Dub
Voodoo's
are
the
shoes
But
I
ain't
trying
to
impress
All
them
bopping
ass
niggas
I
need
a
chick
with
double
D
breast
For
my
chauffeur,
game
is
so
pure
180
strong
in
the
fast
lane
of
life
If
I
ain't
done
nothing
wrong
I
don't
wanna
do
right
Cash,
cars,
hoes
and
clothes
Fa
sho,
got
enough
of
those
Any
problems
with
the
popo's
Quickly
dispose
of
those
Catch
me
on
the
top
floor
In
my
Executive
Suite
That's
where
all
the
thugs,
hustlers
and
drug
lords
meet
Discussing
paper,
shit
what
else?
Plans
to
take
over
the
world
Flossing
heavy,
pushing
steady
The
only
way
that
I
know
to
play
I'm
chasing
paper
till
my
dying
day
Fuck
you
haters
in
the
way
B-Eazy!
Nigga,
a
house?
I
got
one
of
those
And
cars?
I
got
two
of
those
My
homies?
I
got
a
lot
of
those
I
got
enough
of
those,
I
got
enough
of
those
And
clothes?
I
got
a
bunch
of
those
And
hoes?
I
got
a
flock
of
those
And
songs?
I
got
crazy
flows
I
got
enough
of
those,
I
got
enough
of
those
I
gotta
stay
on
the
grind,
gotta
shine
That's
why
I'm
working
overtime
Jack
of
all
trades
So
the
money
you
can
double
mine
Blow
the
pine,
but
I
hold
it
down
You
can
tell
how
I
spit
these
rhymes
Committed
to
this
shit
I'm
gonna
be
rich
and
make
the
hood
mine
Then
I
can
show
my
people
the
real
Fuck
the
border
line
And
while
I'm
at
it
Get
a
mill,
before
a
nigga
die
Then
I
can
lay
in
rest
Knowing
that
I
did
my
best
Got
my
dreams
up
off
my
chest
Raised
up
in
that
DTX
That's
Dallas,
TX
y'all
Watch
how
a
nigga
ball
Folks
down
South
riding
candy
Letting
they
screens
fall
I'm
about
my
biz,
y'all
Then
I
mind
my
biz,
y'all
I'm
just
trying
to
rich
Like
that
nigga
Snoop
Dogg
You
know
my
motto
I
wanna
be
paid
like
I
hit
the
Lotto
Counting
up
peso's
Somewhere
safe,
so
J
can
lay
low
With
a
44,
and
about
40
bricks
of
yeyo
Nigga,
a
house?
I
got
one
of
those
And
cars?
I
got
two
of
those
My
homies?
I
got
a
lot
of
those
I
got
enough
of
those,
I
got
enough
of
those
And
clothes?
I
got
enough
of
those
And
hoes?
I
got
a
flock
of
those
And
songs?
I
got
crazy
flows
I
got
enough
of
those,
I
got
enough
of
those
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