Lyrics 2000 - Ken Car$on

2000

I was born in 2000, nigga
Came from public housin', nigga
Racks on racks, I got the money pilin', nigga
No you gon' rat, he ain't gon' keep it silent, nigga
Throw outside he gon' go tweet about it, nigga
Racks on racks, yeah, I got that money pilin', nigga
I knew Batman before I seen Cyrus, nigga
Oh, you on protein, I'm on a lean diet, nigga
You can't tell me about these drugs if you ain't try it, nigga
Can't complain 'bout that weed if you ain't buy it, nigga
Players only live once, I'm rockin' Polo
YVL, young vamp life, I got a vamp hoe
Told that bitch I'm from 2000 she said she from '94

Yeah, yeah, I'm a young, nigga but my pockets old
Never lift the weights in my life but my pockets swoll
Oh, you wanna fade, fade away now your life gone
Shawty need a raise, I'm a tip her for the blow job
Get the fuck out my way, I'm on the way to a billion dollars
When I made my first million I instantly got a million problems
Oh, you in your feelings, now you hatin' on a, nigga, huh?
Can't rush mine can't go back and forth with no fuckin' bum
Wastin' our time I swear this shit don't do me none
Met her online I'm tryin' to see what she gon' do for son
Compliment my chain, she told me to add links, just give me one
Compliment her how I told her I have the same condo

Me and my bitch on the same shit, we compliment each other
I'm with the squad, I'm with the gang, I'm in this bitch with my brothers
I pop pills, don't do cocaine I'm not nose stuffer
Pussy, nigga talkin' shit bitch need a muzzle
I put that shit together my outfit a puzzle
She got on mink boots, I got on her body
My team can't play touchdown, won't need a huddle
Can't lay up after we fuck, I don't want to cuddle
Nigga ain't havin' that much my money stretch from Georgia to Cali
Model bitch said she a ten, I sent that hoe to Bali
Free Homixide Mali they need to free all the reals
How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain't spin for him?
Hollywood bitch, yeah, she look like Kim
Ain't gotta say no names, no nigga, no one fuck with them
Told that hoe you trippin', just be five, I'm a come trim
He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim