OOOUUU Remix (feat. 50 Cent)

OOOUUU Remix (feat. 50 Cent) - Young M.A/50 Cent

Lyrics by：Curtis James Jackson III/K. Marrero

I let my young n***as drill like power tools

Power on every week I make power moves

Talk what I come through with all kinds of jewels

Beat the case come to court with all kinds of Jews

Got your b***h telling me to go slow

She bouncing on the stick like a pogo

She went below the belt that's a low blow

Then tried to take a selfie that's a no no

N***as be hating on the low though

See me in the Coupe or that four door

You say you the plug where the dough go

We throw that at them h*es in the go go

50 back on that bulls**t

You cool with my opps we ain't cool b***h

You got to watch how you do s**t

That's just not how real n***as do s**t

Ooouuu ooouuu

These haters on my body shake 'em off

Yea they hate but they broke though

And when it's time to pop they a no show

Yea I'm pretty but I'm loco

The loud got me moving slow mo

Ayo Tweetie where the h*es bro

Ayo Keys where the h*es tho

That other n***a he a bozo

It's MA you don't know ho

We got liquor by the boatload

Disrespect the Lyfe that's a no no

All my n***as dressed in that rojo

I ride for my guys that's the bro code

Baby gave me head that's a low blow

D**n she make me weak when she deep throat

I need a rich b***h not a cheap ho

They be on that hate s**t I peep tho

My brother told me f**k 'em get that money sis

You just keep on grindin' on ya hungry s**t

Ignore the hate ignore the fake ignore the funny s**t

Cause if a n***a violate we got a hunnit clips

And we go zero to a hundred quick

We just them n***as you ain't f**king with

Pockets on a chubby chick

And still go bag a thottie in some bummy s**t

Yerr Eli why they testing me

Like I don't always keep the hammer next to me

Like I ain't got a hitter to the left of me

Like we ain't in these streets more than Sesame

If that's your chick then why she texting me

Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually

Every time I'm out why she stressing me

You call her Stephanie I call her Headphanie

I don't open doors for a w***e

I just want the neck nothin' more

Shawty make it clap make it applaud

When you tired of your man give me a call

Dyke b***hes talking out they jaw

Next minute calling for the law

This nine will have them calling for the lord

They ain't getting shmoney so they bored

I could never lose what you thought

MA got it on lock man of course

They say I got the juice I got the sauce

These haters on my body shake 'em off

P***y I'm a bully and a boss

I'm killing them sorry for your loss

I just caught a body Randy Moss

Now this year I'm really going off

Ooouuu

Ooouuu

These haters on my body shake 'em off

Ooouuu

Ooouuu

Ahhhh these haters on my body shake 'em off

Ooouuu

Ooouuu

These haters on my body shake 'em off

I could never lose what you thought What they thought

I could never lose what you thought

This henny got me it got me sauced

This henny got me oh it got me sauced

I could never lose what you thought

MA got it on lock man of course

Ooouuu

Ooouuu