Losing My Mind
Baby Smoove
3:03(Energy made this one) Franchise Franchise Young rich bastard She seen me take one, now she want one too I ride through the city whipping nanas, nigga this a zoo Smack a nigga with a Glock, leave a nigga tooth loose My nigga rich shooters, they be going coo-coo I hate a broke nigga who try to talk the price down He was speaking on me, he a "long live" now Niggas know how that shit go when you caught out of bounds Catch a nigga slipping, he be running from the sound Started up a grow house now it's pounds in your town I just made a million, why sign for it now? Miles to the city that's at least fifty miles Push button on the clock, one second, fifty rounds But you ain't got no hustle, could move a half a pound This shit was already sold before it hit the town These niggas old as hell tryna copy how I sound I ain't dropped in a year, still bigger than you clowns You thinking 'cause I rap I won't go at your account You thinking 'cause I rap I won't go for me a pound Boy, these bullets big as hell don't let 'em hit your mouth I just made four hundred thousand, I was sitting on my couch Drank a eight one 'cause they said that it was a drought So much Lean in my stomach, shit, it made a lil' pouch I was pulling phones, you was watching Wild N' Out Hundred choppas in the crib like Osama Penthouse I ain't got to call nobody to go and pull a quarter out Tryna dodge the hook, I done took the other route You tryna make some money, we can open an account You tryna make some money, drive these to this house Why you actin' like that you ain't know that you was a mouse? One quarter back and receiving so I only know the route Call animal control, it's some birds in this house Bitch, I can't kiss you, you got germs in your mouth Shoot a nigga for these buffs, kill a nigga for my china Shit, these perks don't work, I got a different type of pain They'll know I woulda crashed out right before 'caine Pay a nigga to go crash out, to me is just change I've been getting bored, my stock's five hunnid I don't even like race but I'm rich so I want it On the East deep as hell, six strikers on corner Niggas know the jury cheap, if it was me I wouldn't want it Big F, the Rich Franchise and they know it That nigga think he's sweet but he running around owing Every time a bum get a little money he gon' show it You can't even show me to your bitch, she gon' throw it Five grams in the 'Wood, they like, "The fuck goin' on?" Nigga, I'm the reason she ain't picking up the phone Tell them on the reason why you scared to go home There's some pointers in my ear, I couldn't hear what's going on This a big hit, I hear, "Switch" then he gone I like VVS', we ain't got the same stones Nigga, you a bitch, we ain't got the same soul My shit really ring, we ain't got the same phones This a big body, you ain't been in one of those A thousand for my shirt, we don't wear the same clothes I can put you on, we ain't got the same boss Niggas see me out and I bet it's fa- Niggas see me out, he ain't know it's- I'm a young rich bastard, but I- I'm a young rich bastard, I'ma put my niggas on (Franchise, Franchise) Mmh, don't be blowin' up the phone