Текст песни My Hitta - Remix - lil wayne , YG , Meek Mill , Rich Homie Quan , Nicki Minaj
I'm
talkin'
'bout
puttin'
on,
ridin'
out
...
in
my
ma's
house
Front
you
with
that
work
I
done
front
a
...
work
He
say
you
want
that
head
up
But
we
don't
fight
fair
brah
Catch
you
slippin'
from
your
backside
then
knock
you
out
Ace
gon'
stomp
you
out
then
Buddah
gon'
stomp
you
out
Has
momma
ever
seen
you
with
a
busted
eye
and
busted
mouth?
Nine
milli
pokin'
out,
fo'-fifth
pokin'
out
Death
Row
days,
show
you
what
this
West
Coast
about
I'd
die
for
my
(die
for
my,
die
for
my...)
Jump
in
front
a
bullet
for
my
mother-mother...
On
the
stand
I'd
lie
for
my
(lie
for
my,
lie
for
my...)
Rob
a
bank,
I'd
drive
for
my,
drive
for
my...
Real
talk,
I
don't
really,
really
with
too
many...
Drop
a,
drop
a
dime
on
you
like
a
couple
nickels
I
be
laughin'
to
the
bank
like
the
...
money
tickle
Drivin'
somethin'
that
you
ain't,
top
off,
suck
a
nipple
And
I
never
put
a
...
before
my
bro,
don't
beef
over
no
And
my,
and
my
sell
them
keys
if
you
can't
open
yo'
door
Hope
you
ride
for
my,
ride
for
my
When
it
rains,
it
pours,
it's
dry
for
me
and
my
Yeah,
I
kill
for
my,
kill
for
my...,
vice
versa
Eyes
red
from
the
Kush
I
blew,
white
person
Got
my
middle
finger
on
the
trigger
and
with
my
little
finger
to
you...
I
swear
it's
...
all
y'all
(all
y'all...),
except
my...
Oww!
I
said
that
I'mma
ride
for
my
hitta,
my
hitta
(Tunechi)
Most
likely
I'mma
die
for
my
hitta,
my
hitta
I've
been
grindin'
outside
all
day
with
my
hitta
And
I
ain't
goin'
in
unless
I'm
with
my
hittas
My
hitta,
my
hitta
(my
hitta,
my
hitta)
My
hitta,
my
hittas
(my
hitta,
my
hitta)
My
hittas,
my
hittas
(my
hittas,
my
hittas)
My
hittas,
my...
Oh!
I
done
spent
a
million
dollars
on
my,
dollars
on
my...
You
catch
me
out
Chicago
with,
Chicago
with
them
hittas
Call
in
RondoNumbaNine,
Lil
Durk
will
bring
the
trigger
And
when
we
on
the
lean,
we
ain't
...
with
the
liquor
I'mma
buy
a
hundred
bottles
just
to
give
it
to
the
(to
the...)
She
kept
likin'
all
my
pictures
Cause
she
see
the
way
I
ball,
how
my
wrist
and
that
be
lit
up
Catch
you
at
the
red
light,
have
'em
screamin'
"can't
get
up"
Same,
same
from
the
bottom
ain't
a
damn
thing
change
Catch
me
out
on
Collins
screamin'
"money
ain't
a
thang"
In
that
red
Mulsanne
lookin'
like
I
claim
blood
And
if
homie
ain't
my
homie
then
I
know
it
ain't
love
Screamin'
out
"4
Hunnid",
YG
that's
my
Cause
I
been
in
the
field,
life
on
the
line
with
him
And
if
it's
really
real,
I'll
probably
die
with
'em
Cause
when
I
need
them
choppers,
I
just
tell
Tock
hit
'em,
what!
I
said
that
I'mma
ride
for
my
hitta,
my
hitta
Most
likely
I'mma
die
for
my
hitta,
my
hitta
I've
been
grindin'
outside
all
day
with
my
hitta
And
I
ain't
goin'
in
unless
I'm
with
my
hittas
My
hitta,
my
hitta
(my
hitta,
my
hitta)
My
hitta,
my
hittas
(my
hitta,
my
hitta)
My
hittas,
my
hittas
(my
hittas,
my
hittas)
My
hittas,
my
hittas,
yeah
(I-I-I,
I-I-I-I-I-)
I
just
got
250
thousand
dollars
for
a
verse
I-I-I
don't
know,
is
it
me
or
it's
your
thirst?
You,
you,
you...
ain't
got
no
joints
Like
the
injured
Chris
Paul,
you
ain't
got
no
point
I
just
come
through
with
a
couple
bossy
They
get
money
too,
they
some
"don't
cross
me"
Flossy
...,
Sergio
Rossi
And
if
we
at
the
game
then
it's
floor
seat
...
I-I-I-I-I-I
ride
for
my,
ride
for
my
I'm
so,
I'm
so
rich
I
cop
rides
for
my
Dollar
menu,
fries,
apple
pies:
other,
other
I
drop
a
freestyle
and
get
a
rise
outta
My,
my
I
need
a
...
with
some
different
strokes,
Todd
Bridges
Shout
out
to
my
main
...
and
my
side-
Need
a,
need
a
with
some
good
neck,
ostriches
My...
I
said
that
I'mma
ride
for
my
hitta,
my
hitta
Most
likely
I'mma
die
for
my
hitta,
my
hitta
I've
been
grindin'
outside
all
day
with
my
hitta
(New
York
to
Compton)
And
I
ain't
goin'
in
unless
I'm
with
my
hittas
(Got
YG
with
me
so
don't
get
stomped
in,
uh-huh)
My
hitta,
my
hitta
(my
hitta,
my
hitta)
My
hitta,
my
hittas
(Y'all
know
who
the
...
it
is)
(my,
hitta,
my
hitta)
My
hittas,
my
hittas
(my
hittas,
my
hittas)
(See,
I
done
preheated
my
oven
to
350
degrees!)
My
hittas,
my
hittas,
yeah
(And
when
it
come
out,
it's
gon'
burn
you
...
like)
You
better
get
your
mother...
oven
mitt!
(Mustard
on
the
beat,
ho!)
Ha-haa!
(Young
Mula,
baby!)
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