Enuf of Those ft. Jakecon & Slimm Grimm Lyrics

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

And split it 50/50, the same way we did your girl

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