Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Grown, artist - G-Unit. Album song The Beast Is G Unit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Unit
Song language: English
I'm Grown |
| Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals |
| Niggas ain’t on it like I’m on it, I own shit |
| I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls |
| I’m a pimp, bitch, I own hoes |
| I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans |
| I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers |
| I do what the fuck I want to |
| I’m grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit |
| I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit |
| Rich nigga, six figures |
| I double up every flip, my stash bigger |
| Plane hoppin', globetrottin' |
| A nigga blow a little paper when it’s time to move |
| Fuck old money for the new money |
| No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do |
| I do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown |
| I got my own money |
| I just do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown |
| I got my own house |
| I do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown |
| I got my own car |
| I just do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown, I’m grown |
| I’m on straight Remy, no chaser |
| Wanna smoke, but I’m still on paper |
| I mix purp' and yellow like a Laker |
| Headed to the moon and I just might take ya |
| Split my blunt with a little bitty razor |
| While this thick bitch just twerk on the table |
| I talk big nips, look like Fantasia |
| She ready, willin' and able |
| Just got a piercing in her navel |
| Walking nine to five and she staying |
| She say she flying down to my city |
| Cause she got a birthday coming in April |
| We ain’t got no kind of commitment |
| Why you worried 'bout if I’m hitting it? |
| Don’t worry about how I’m getting it |
| Stay the fuck up out of my business |
| No more stressin', I’m VVS’in', ballin' lessons on DVD |
| Pay per view shit, making moves since 2'03, can’t see me free |
| That love gon' get you like BDP, PSA: I’mma be okay, I’m the iron G |
| Fix flash and I’m a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of y’all |
| Trouble can’t ignore me, I was born to ball |
| Fuck is up? |
| I’m one of one, I need a custom cut |
| Hear the summer come, I want the number one |
| Bitch, walk in with a freak behind me |
| Shades damn near to the sticks, Gianni |
| Too nights and no repeating, mami |
| I’m guttered up, my streets define me |
| I drop your ass to the floor, here to be more |
| Rob me I’ll make a detour, robbery how I get to her |
| Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder |
| Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover |
| Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder |
| Bullshitting how? |
| Show you my pimping diploma |
| Brought an Audemar for when times was hard |
| Nine calls for the nine walls |
| Mardi Gras, take your top off |
| I’m a nasty nigga, might slide and roll |
| Fly your girl out to Miami |
| Sent her back home like they done LeBron |
| I ain’t tripping if you ain’t tripping, party hard 'till he calls the law |
| Got my own house so I can throw you out |
| I got my own blood so I ain’t putting it out |
| This is my car and I can smoke it out |
| Got my own money and like four accounts |
| Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out |
| Got my own shooters and they scoping out |
| Bought my bitch an ass, now it’s poking out |
| If she throw it back then I’mma throw her out |
| My condo money don’t fold out, wild all out |
| Hoes out, let’s roll out, funeral when I go south |
| Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I don’t know about |
| I never changed, I’m so South, big chains and a gold mouth |
| I’m rollin out |