Me Doe

[Chorus]
All I touch is C-notes so they love the stillo
I used to hustle kilos now I’m duckin’ PO’s
Ain’t got a bunch to spend but who can fuck with me though
You rockin’ out to them but who can fuck with me though
Can’t you rappers see I’ve been the one to MEO
Whoever battle me you’re gettin’ fuckin’ three o’d
I’m yelling yeah he spit but who can fuck with me though
Ain’t make the freshmen list but who can fuck with me though

[Verse 1]
Look - I pick out my winnings when I’m done with Cee Lo
Then I make your bitch go get a couple of Nemos
I see them haters dead but I won’t crush their egos
You think you gained a hit that shit it must be chemo
These niggas on their shit until I off somebody
Gettin’ money and I’m shittin’ Richard Porter potty
I get to the dough while niggas talk about me
It’s getting harder to fold I need some origami
[?] I be enterprising
While I’m penalizing while these pistols rising
The funeral deserve to see you niggas dying
I’ll interrupt your service like I’m [?]
Forget about them, I feel like Sammy
Gravano, mobbin’ like I’m part of the Sicilian family
Niggas angry, they can’t stand me ‘cause it’s plain and simple
I be ballin’ for the record come and break your singles
Tell them senders I will rearrange your temple
I’m mixin’ up my Christians, they can’t wait to mingle
All them guys are snitches, you said they official
Poppin’ bottles with them ‘till they got a case against you
No relation, all my homies waitin’
You set up shop and they can’t wait to do a home invasion
Get to know the basics ‘cause I see you ain’t learned
I say your name if I have to put it in layman terms, Zeus

[Chorus]
All I touch is C-notes so they love the stillo
I used to hustle kilos now I’m duckin’ PO’s
Ain’t got a bunch to spend but who can fuck with me though
You rockin’ out to them but who can fuck with me though
Can’t you rappers see I’ve been the one to MEO
Whoever battle me you’re gettin’ fuckin’ three o’d
I’m yelling yeah he spit but who can fuck with me though
Ain’t make the freshmen list but who can fuck with me though

[Verse 2 - Fred Money]
Look - who can fuck with me though, who can fuck with me though
I’ve got bitches throwin’ head like it’s fuckin’ Cee Lo
That’s your skeezy bird tell her to fuckin’ GO
We already did her greasy yo, you know ain’t nothin’ penal
In and out your bitch, I’ve been busy
Jumpin’ in and out the six, more than Drizzy
Everytime I time I take a trip, I get dizzy
Run in circles, [?] in my city
Who can fuck with me, no one, luckily
Sucka free, you a sucka, you won’t get a buck from me
Fuck a G, you ain’t sellin [?], flush a ki
Shooter cut ya D, wore the same clothes for a week
Then got fuckin’ flees
Yeah I take money, but ain’t nothin’ free
Yeah they hate Money, but I’m livin’ comfortably
Screamin’ Thundergang ‘till them pussy niggas under me
[?] Thundergang get that pussy from in front of me

[Chorus]
All I touch is C-notes so they love the stillo
I used to hustle kilos now I’m duckin’ PO’s
Ain’t got a bunch to spend but who can fuck with me though
You rockin’ out to them but who can fuck with me though
Can’t you rappers see I’ve been the one to MEO
Whoever battle me you’re gettin’ fuckin’ three o’d
I’m yelling yeah he spit but who can fuck with me though
Ain’t make the freshmen list but who can fuck with me though