Can't Nobody (Bluehat Remix)
VERSE 1:
Now its gone on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax
Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that
Leave me stuck wit da blue hat, fronting like
"Andy ain't got rap", better stop that
There's no guy slicker than this young fly hitta
Nickel-nine mista, force you to die quicker
This fed time outta town pie flipper
Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper
Everbody want to be fast, see the cash
Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat rash
Anything in skilla's way we smash
Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class
I'm through with bein a player and a baller
Just want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her
I wanna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed
Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette
Got green never seen, so you suck my jewels
Clutch my uz', anything I touch I bruise
We make our own laws, so go fuck your rules
Goodfellas, you know you can't touch us dudes.
HOOK:
Cant nobody take my pride
Cant nobody hold me down
Oh no, I gots to on movin
Bluehat gettin on for a ride
Cant nobody hold me down
Oh no, these beats keep comin, groovin
VERSE 2:
Broken glass everywhere
If it ain't about the money ya know I just don't care
I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys
Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I
"Hey, can you please stop smoking lah lah?"
Why try? I'm a thug, I'ma die high
I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
Though I'm never drugged, I'm the venom in the club, G
Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me
Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy?
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly?
Yo I think it must be, the girls want to lust me
Or is it simply the girls just love me
Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes
Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life
I'm like, "Damn, how these fellas got they trust?
Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife?"
Do you think you snake me, cause they hate me?
Or he got his Ph.D; Player Hater's Degree?
HOOK
VERSE 3:
Quit that! You a big cat?
Where your chicks at? Where your whips at?
Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that
Everything that's big dreams, I did that
Don't knock me cause you're boring
Ima set my record sales soaring, straight touring
Simply a lot of men be wantin to send me
Cause their words just don't offend me
We spend cheese, in the West Indies
Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys
You name it, I could claim it
Young fucker, famous, with money hanging out the anus
And when you need a hit, who you go and get?
Bet against us? Not a sure bet
We make hits that'll rearrange your whole set
And I got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet.
HOOK
