Lyrics to Medusa (feat. Jeezy)
Big Papito
Hey
No strings attached, okay
Okay, Chanel put on your frames
And on your back, okay
Okay, don't go to lookin' strange
When I go tat your face (Yeah)
I don't look like that when
You be askin' me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that)
Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (Uh-huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (Uh-huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh)
These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (Uh-huh)
I fuck with King and Dill for real, so free Bibby (Free Bibby)
I was gettin' some lip service, just like Gigi (Just like Gigi, yeah)
I remember a bitch curved me, then I had a three piece (Had like three, yeah)
Talking 'bout the same time, my future bright no TV (This ain't TV, yeah)
Get off my dick bitch, damn hoe I gotta pee pee (I think I pee one time)
I had a shootout, who pick the youngins up?
That was Neenee (Got a real bitch, one time)
Keep gettin' this paper, I don't want you talking 'bout free me
But a nigga tried, damn, guess you just gotta free me
If I'm hoppin outside of a Phantom
.40, inside of my hand
Ballerinas on me keep on dancin'
Trappin' outside of Atlantic (Trap)
Send my lil' bitch to go grab it (Trap)
Gettin' to the money a habit (Sheesh)
She be ocean wet, she the Atlantic
Got another hoe stuck on the campus (Woo)
She be mixin' her drink with the Addy
She be like "Trouble come back with my panties", wait
I just want the paper, baby swear I'm not a fan of that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause then you gon' want shit free
And I gotta get my cheese
It's different if you was my bish
I'ma bless you, yes indeed (Baby, you know I got bless)
Hey
No strings attached, okay (Okay)
Chanel put on your frames
And on your back, okay (Okay)
Okay, don't go to lookin' strange
When I go tat your face (Yeah)
I don't look like that when
You be askin' me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that)
Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (Uh-huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (Uh-huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh)
These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (Uh-huh)
This Plain Jane on my wrist a Hellcat, okay (Skrr)
Gas Kenmore Stove, pass me that Old Bay (Damn)
Rolls Truck on C's sit on that old J (Haha)
You ain't get no paper, you ain't got no say (Yeah)
Call the sideline niggas 'cause we not gon' play (Woah)
We some stand up guys 'cause we not gon lay (Woo)
A bunch of S-Curl niggas, how we not gon spray (Boom)
Yeah we saw who did it but we not gon' say (Let's go)
Hoppin' up out of out of the Don (Ayy)
Boxes of Louis Vuitton (Ayy)
I put the ground on the map (Ayy)
That's why they call me the Don (Ayy)
I put the light on the streets (Ayy)
That's why they call me the GOAT (GOAT)
If it's a hustler parade (Ayy)
They gotta make me a float (Let's go)
Tell 'em I said it, I meant it, I quote it
Put the city on the map and you know it
Seven days out of the week wear black (Uh-huh)
Seven days out of the week stay strapped (Stay strapped)
Top down ridin' down Old Nat (Nat)
Brave game, big clip fall back (Uh)
First mill', I made that no rap (Nah)
Put the trap on the map no cap
Hey
No strings attached, okay (Yeah)
Chanel put on your frames
And on your back, okay (Haha)
Okay, don't go to lookin' strange (Yeah)
When I go tat your face (What's up?)
I don't look like that when
You be askin' me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that)
Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (Uh-huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (Uh-huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh)
These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (Uh-huh)
Ayy
Let's go
Hey
No strings attached, okay
Okay, Chanel put on your frames
And on your back, okay
Okay, don't go to lookin' strange
When I go tat your face (Yeah)
I don't look like that when
You be askin' me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that)
Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (Uh-huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (Uh-huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh)
These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (Uh-huh)
I fuck with King and Dill for real, so free Bibby (Free Bibby)
I was gettin' some lip service, just like Gigi (Just like Gigi, yeah)
I remember a bitch curved me, then I had a three piece (Had like three, yeah)
Talking 'bout the same time, my future bright no TV (This ain't TV, yeah)
Get off my dick bitch, damn hoe I gotta pee pee (I think I pee one time)
I had a shootout, who pick the youngins up?
That was Neenee (Got a real bitch, one time)
Keep gettin' this paper, I don't want you talking 'bout free me
But a nigga tried, damn, guess you just gotta free me
If I'm hoppin outside of a Phantom
.40, inside of my hand
Ballerinas on me keep on dancin'
Trappin' outside of Atlantic (Trap)
Send my lil' bitch to go grab it (Trap)
Gettin' to the money a habit (Sheesh)
She be ocean wet, she the Atlantic
Got another hoe stuck on the campus (Woo)
She be mixin' her drink with the Addy
She be like "Trouble come back with my panties", wait
I just want the paper, baby swear I'm not a fan of that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause then you gon' want shit free
And I gotta get my cheese
It's different if you was my bish
I'ma bless you, yes indeed (Baby, you know I got bless)
Hey
No strings attached, okay (Okay)
Chanel put on your frames
And on your back, okay (Okay)
Okay, don't go to lookin' strange
When I go tat your face (Yeah)
I don't look like that when
You be askin' me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that)
Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (Uh-huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (Uh-huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh)
These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (Uh-huh)
This Plain Jane on my wrist a Hellcat, okay (Skrr)
Gas Kenmore Stove, pass me that Old Bay (Damn)
Rolls Truck on C's sit on that old J (Haha)
You ain't get no paper, you ain't got no say (Yeah)
Call the sideline niggas 'cause we not gon' play (Woah)
We some stand up guys 'cause we not gon lay (Woo)
A bunch of S-Curl niggas, how we not gon spray (Boom)
Yeah we saw who did it but we not gon' say (Let's go)
Hoppin' up out of out of the Don (Ayy)
Boxes of Louis Vuitton (Ayy)
I put the ground on the map (Ayy)
That's why they call me the Don (Ayy)
I put the light on the streets (Ayy)
That's why they call me the GOAT (GOAT)
If it's a hustler parade (Ayy)
They gotta make me a float (Let's go)
Tell 'em I said it, I meant it, I quote it
Put the city on the map and you know it
Seven days out of the week wear black (Uh-huh)
Seven days out of the week stay strapped (Stay strapped)
Top down ridin' down Old Nat (Nat)
Brave game, big clip fall back (Uh)
First mill', I made that no rap (Nah)
Put the trap on the map no cap
Hey
No strings attached, okay (Yeah)
Chanel put on your frames
And on your back, okay (Haha)
Okay, don't go to lookin' strange (Yeah)
When I go tat your face (What's up?)
I don't look like that when
You be askin' me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that)
Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (Uh-huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (Uh-huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh)
These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (Uh-huh)
Ayy
Let's go
