Jazzy Lyrics

Is it my cars

Is it my clothes

That make these hoes wanna fuck fasho

Is it my crib

Is it my whips

That make these niggas wanna move like this

Never know, we can't pick and choose

Came up from the bottom ain't got shit to lose

I got a bad attitude

So I mix some jazz with the mood

Don't you get me started I'm geeked

Got a freak every day of the week

This right here my lil Bae for the summer

See that ass she get that from her momma

I need me a M that's at least

Paper plates how I'm feeding the streets

Like a athlete go run me my money

I'm so handsome but shit can get ugly

Love the lingo and dig the demeanor

Yeah you bad but my lil baby meaner

So I gotta get back to the crib

Push up on me to see how we live

Parallel park then I pull up inside

You know I get money just look in my eyes

I know that she want me just look at her thighs

And she get the dripping that's when I arrive

And then I get back to a check

Got a problem with niggas they lame

Couple racks just to freeze up the neck

Pay a fee just to speak on my name

Swear these boys ain't as hard as they claim

Matter fact they all soft as a pillow

I'm probably out moving the streets

Blowing weed out the crack of the window

Fareal

Is it my cars

Is it my clothes

That make these hoes wanna fuck fasho

Is it my crib

Is it my whips

That make these niggas wanna move like this

Never know, we can't pick and choose

Came up from the bottom ain't got shit to lose

I got a bad attitude

So I mix some jazz with the mood

Is it my style

Is it my show

That make these hoes wanna fuck fasho

Is it my life

Cause I'm getting rich

That make these niggas wanna turn to a bitch

Slam dunk

Ballin off the assist

Heard a nigga took a shot but he missed

Shit, you don't wanna see me get pissed

Shit, you don't wanna see me get pissed

A okay but these niggas wanna know what I be on

Slide down the block hot no AC summertime but the wrist on Freon

Niggas all peon

This a message that we on

Talkin right now til beyond

Yeah I know that you hate that I love it

That's the reason I'm up just because it

Is it my cars

Is it my clothes

That make these hoes wanna fuck fasho

Is it my crib

Is it my whips

That make these niggas wanna move like this

Never know, we can't pick and choose

Came up from the bottom ain't got shit to lose

I got a bad attitude

So I mix some jazz with the mood