I make mean girls sex me I make yoga hoes stretch (Empire mixtapes) I make the fat lady sing the next thing you hear I make mean girls sex me I make yoga hoes stretch I make the fat lady sing the next thing you hear (The Empire, if you don't hear their drops, then this is not a true exclusive) (Holy shit, where'd you find this?) Respect the shooter hold your pistol up How come every time we talk money we don't mention ya? I'm still ridin' with that yea on me I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me Don't trust us, we'll take sum' Find the plug, twist a pack, then I shake sum' Grip her back, rip her weave, get her tracks done I'm on a shopping spree, this a cash run I finger fuck that money make a bag cum I take my niggas everywhere cause they ain't had none She ask me how I ain't gon' fuck her don't you know I'm me? I'm Tony Shhnow the CEO so you won't see ID My boy got lean but you can't lean on me I keep it true that's just the genes in me and these niggas ain't what they seem to be We all got clips we changing scenery I'm with my side with a few beans on me, we pack em up like BNB We got shots like TMZ, I bought a Glock for my shooter birthday Bought a ruger for my girl it's our anniversary I reppin' too official with that tec You respect the shooter or get checked Respect the shooter hold your pistol up How come every time we talk money we don't mention ya? I'm still ridin' with that yea on me I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me Respect the shooter hold your pistol up How come every time we talk money we don't mention ya? I'm still ridin' with that yea on me I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me I had sold some jiggas and a tec to your big homie Grown man bidness lil nigga show respect for me Adidas tracksuit like '82 still got the blick on me White hoe dressed up like a nurse you know she always gotta check on me Gucci leather jacket, .38 stickin out of the pocket Nigga you won't see me when I strike hit em 2 times I dropped him Nigga signed to Def Jam and get shelved how that become my problem (The Empire) Niggas got no house and short pockets got vendettas probably I party and you ask for Molly, I taught Eve how to be a rider I'm with Lucy Lu drinkin' sake she always call me Charlie I run into Meg I'm like Ceelo Green don't talk to stallions (Holy sh-) Crushed ice in my medallion, while Katy Perry coppin' beans [?] (Where'd you find this?) Off the show with Princess Diana [?], got my fingers up her sweater Royalties all you remember, servin' like I'm King Rich Bitch must like necrophilia, fuckin' with that dead nigga Once I catch him nigga we gon' smack him bust his head open I make mean girls sex me I make yoga hoes stretch I make the fat lady sing the next thing you hear ... I'm the one that send the hit, press my finger [?] for the shit Made men up in this bitch, got up bread and you can't sit bitch Respect the shooter hold your pistol up How come every time we talk money we don't mention ya? I'm still ridin' with that yea on me I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me Respect the shooter hold your pistol up How come every time we talk money we don't mention ya? I'm still ridin' with that yea on me I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me (Evil Empire, coke, dope, crack, smack, weed, E's And CD's, they got it all for cheap, you already know what it is, pussy)