T-Money - Gentlemen (feat. M.D.B) Lyrics

I believe I can find more happiness with your love
I believe I can find more happiness with your love
Yeah, let me talk to em
Never rush, got dat adrenaline, left pocket stuffed with Benjamin
My mova raised a gentleman on top of that a businessman
My accuracy terrific, man, my mova raised a hitman
She quick to get that pussy up, she seen the way my chain dance
My fava like we chase bands, don't shake none of these bitch niggas' hands
I'm tryna see bout that shit y'all sayin', man, these niggas started off as fans
I keep my Glock inside my hand, I kill you when I get the chance
Wop we only let that nigga slide? Because it made you sad
Chino, soon as he start f*ckin' up, I'm on that nigga head
M pass me a pillow, I'm about to lay that ass to bed
What you know bout shootin' by yourself and shots fly at your head
Daddy pray I make it home, cause he know bout the shit I did
Before I die, I bang my clip, ah gangsta bitch, take gangsta dick
I rather fail before I quit, bitch, I'm back in the stu again
Got my bulletproof again, tryna go to war with many men
She told me she gon' back that pussy up soon as she get the chance
Sit back, bitch, cause I'mma teach, and I ain't even tryna preach
Tryna teach him how to keep it P, we gangsta, bitch, we keep it G
Mova know we in the streets, tryna make it in the industry
Soon as I had build a name, that's when I started havin' beef
You stare too long, I blow your face, my hotline blingin' like I'm Drake
I came over to get a taste and put that pussy in my face
Me and Chino beat ah case, we from the Kirk, we throw up trays
I came with a Glock, this nigga came in with a f*ckin' blade
Why would, I rush, I know I'm fast, esshit its M.D.B the M for M.D.B for
Mr. Bag, your bitch, she feelin' me
She said, I'm interesting, already had your bitch
My self-esteem on Lightning McQueen, bout to strike his ass, bout to struck his ass
F*ck a SUV, her bag on Louis V, I like her other bags
I paid his ass, he ain't run off on me, who the f*ck you bag
I like her ass, her ass a B.A.D., and she love my swag
I like her ass, her ass on F.A.T., I'ma thrash her ass
I tell them name a nigga who can f*ck with me, I don't know him yet
I tame a bitch, then let her off the leash, I forgot her ass
The same bitch come runnin' back to me, want a second chance
The same bitch wanna hop back on my meat, bet I steak her ass
The same bitch don't wanna get back on her knees, cause she seen I made it
I don't wanna talk unless there's money in that conversation
I don't wanna talk unless there's money, it's not complicated
I don't wake up unless there's money, let me go and make it
And I believe I can find more happiness with your
And I believe I can find more happiness with your