W3 ENT Wanted World Wide!
Smooth like a criminal, thinking like a villain
Moving like a mobster, hustle like I'm dealing,
Getting money like a boss, (that he is)
Niggas hate but, I just keep it cool like a Fridge
Handle my biz, tis, the season, to get dollars, all year around
Getting my Benji's up and f*cking these bitches down
Riding in my Impala, watching out for them coppers,
And impostors, acting like coppers, trying to buy what I'm selling
As a juvenile, was a delinquent, niggas was telling
Snitching that's why a couple of my niggas is felons,
Switched up the mission, got to have my fam straight
In a house with a custom landscape, so I don't got no days off and take no breaks, I'm Money Hungry, Got to have more than food up on my plate
Controlling my fate, put my life on the line
Soul in my music, gun in my hand, finger on the trigger
God telling me not to shoot it on a nigga that must be stupid
Trying to rob me for my ends, God forgive me for my sins, If I make his life end,
I'm only trying to win, just like everybody else
A nigga don't want to play his cards right, get his ass dealt with, dealt quick, straight flush
Them same cops use to chase us, smoked a little bit
But they probably thought that the old heads had laced us
Was selling dimes and dubs, trying to get my cake up
Everybody selling piff now, but I got that base
They like who is Billiono, trying to build a case up
They be like he go by Battz or Billy or Badnewz, for them niggas who be acting silly,
Thinking they on my level, But I'm hotter, I spit that fire shit that will burn the Devil
Wanted Rebel, don't give a f*ck if you f*ck with me
Most want to see me make it, the rest want to see me in custody,
Ain't no cuffing me or stopping me
I'm a keep getting Ben Franks, Monopoly, Prophecy, enough gwop to fill up ten banks! huh!
Wanted Villain, got the world and the mic in my hands
Getting money stacks wrapped up in bands
See I'm a mobster, I'm a boss, calling the shots
Eyes on the prize, villain on the rise, trail to the top (To the Top)
Sneaky bitches trying to steal my semen, pussy niggas hating
Grimy niggas scheming, I know the reason
I got that raw and I dish it all, got the world fiending
Pen and pad, I be in the lab, triple beaming
Bentley dreaming, getting cream and I got the juice
I am cop the Porsche man, headless horse man coupe
That's without the roof
Don't want to see me ruthless with my trey deuce
Causing I can make you haters disappear like poof
Modern Houdini, Black Copperfield, or Criss Angel
I'm genie, granting her wishes giving her dick from all Angles
I'm about my Pringles, feed her singles, cause I kept my hundreds, spend my fifties
Keep my Foams crispy, keep my chrome with me
Cops want to frisk me, better miss me with that
This life is risky, but I know you dig me
Shit, got to get that gwop
And I'm coming for everything nigga, everything!
Wanted Villain, got the world and the mic in my hands
Getting money stacks wrapped up in bands
See I'm a mobster, I'm a boss, calling the shots
Eyes on the prize, villain on the rise, trail to the top (To the Top)
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W3 ENT Wanted World Wide!
Smooth like a criminal, thinking like a villain
Moving like a mobster, hustle like I'm dealing,
Getting money like a boss, (that he is)
Niggas hate but, I just keep it cool like a Fridge
Handle my biz, tis, the season, to get dollars, all year around
Getting my Benji's up and f*cking these bitches down
Riding in my Impala, watching out for them coppers,
And impostors, acting like coppers, trying to buy what I'm selling
As a juvenile, was a delinquent, niggas was telling
Snitching that's why a couple of my niggas is felons,
Switched up the mission, got to have my fam straight
In a house with a custom landscape, so I don't got no days off and take no breaks, I'm Money Hungry, Got to have more than food up on my plate
Controlling my fate, put my life on the line
Soul in my music, gun in my hand, finger on the trigger
God telling me not to shoot it on a nigga that must be stupid
Trying to rob me for my ends, God forgive me for my sins, If I make his life end,
I'm only trying to win, just like everybody else
A nigga don't want to play his cards right, get his ass dealt with, dealt quick, straight flush
Them same cops use to chase us, smoked a little bit
But they probably thought that the old heads had laced us
Was selling dimes and dubs, trying to get my cake up
Everybody selling piff now, but I got that base
They like who is Billiono, trying to build a case up
They be like he go by Battz or Billy or Badnewz, for them niggas who be acting silly,
Thinking they on my level, But I'm hotter, I spit that fire shit that will burn the Devil
Wanted Rebel, don't give a f*ck if you f*ck with me
Most want to see me make it, the rest want to see me in custody,
Ain't no cuffing me or stopping me
I'm a keep getting Ben Franks, Monopoly, Prophecy, enough gwop to fill up ten banks! huh!
Wanted Villain, got the world and the mic in my hands
Getting money stacks wrapped up in bands
See I'm a mobster, I'm a boss, calling the shots
Eyes on the prize, villain on the rise, trail to the top (To the Top)
Sneaky bitches trying to steal my semen, pussy niggas hating
Grimy niggas scheming, I know the reason
I got that raw and I dish it all, got the world fiending
Pen and pad, I be in the lab, triple beaming
Bentley dreaming, getting cream and I got the juice
I am cop the Porsche man, headless horse man coupe
That's without the roof
Don't want to see me ruthless with my trey deuce
Causing I can make you haters disappear like poof
Modern Houdini, Black Copperfield, or Criss Angel
I'm genie, granting her wishes giving her dick from all Angles
I'm about my Pringles, feed her singles, cause I kept my hundreds, spend my fifties
Keep my Foams crispy, keep my chrome with me
Cops want to frisk me, better miss me with that
This life is risky, but I know you dig me
Shit, got to get that gwop
And I'm coming for everything nigga, everything!
Wanted Villain, got the world and the mic in my hands
Getting money stacks wrapped up in bands
See I'm a mobster, I'm a boss, calling the shots
Eyes on the prize, villain on the rise, trail to the top (To the Top)
Smooth like a criminal, thinking like a villain
Moving like a mobster, hustle like I'm dealing,
Getting money like a boss, (that he is)
Niggas hate but, I just keep it cool like a Fridge
Handle my biz, tis, the season, to get dollars, all year around
Getting my Benji's up and f*cking these bitches down
Riding in my Impala, watching out for them coppers,
And impostors, acting like coppers, trying to buy what I'm selling
As a juvenile, was a delinquent, niggas was telling
Snitching that's why a couple of my niggas is felons,
Switched up the mission, got to have my fam straight
In a house with a custom landscape, so I don't got no days off and take no breaks, I'm Money Hungry, Got to have more than food up on my plate
Controlling my fate, put my life on the line
Soul in my music, gun in my hand, finger on the trigger
God telling me not to shoot it on a nigga that must be stupid
Trying to rob me for my ends, God forgive me for my sins, If I make his life end,
I'm only trying to win, just like everybody else
A nigga don't want to play his cards right, get his ass dealt with, dealt quick, straight flush
Them same cops use to chase us, smoked a little bit
But they probably thought that the old heads had laced us
Was selling dimes and dubs, trying to get my cake up
Everybody selling piff now, but I got that base
They like who is Billiono, trying to build a case up
They be like he go by Battz or Billy or Badnewz, for them niggas who be acting silly,
Thinking they on my level, But I'm hotter, I spit that fire shit that will burn the Devil
Wanted Rebel, don't give a f*ck if you f*ck with me
Most want to see me make it, the rest want to see me in custody,
Ain't no cuffing me or stopping me
I'm a keep getting Ben Franks, Monopoly, Prophecy, enough gwop to fill up ten banks! huh!
Wanted Villain, got the world and the mic in my hands
Getting money stacks wrapped up in bands
See I'm a mobster, I'm a boss, calling the shots
Eyes on the prize, villain on the rise, trail to the top (To the Top)
Sneaky bitches trying to steal my semen, pussy niggas hating
Grimy niggas scheming, I know the reason
I got that raw and I dish it all, got the world fiending
Pen and pad, I be in the lab, triple beaming
Bentley dreaming, getting cream and I got the juice
I am cop the Porsche man, headless horse man coupe
That's without the roof
Don't want to see me ruthless with my trey deuce
Causing I can make you haters disappear like poof
Modern Houdini, Black Copperfield, or Criss Angel
I'm genie, granting her wishes giving her dick from all Angles
I'm about my Pringles, feed her singles, cause I kept my hundreds, spend my fifties
Keep my Foams crispy, keep my chrome with me
Cops want to frisk me, better miss me with that
This life is risky, but I know you dig me
Shit, got to get that gwop
And I'm coming for everything nigga, everything!
Wanted Villain, got the world and the mic in my hands
Getting money stacks wrapped up in bands
See I'm a mobster, I'm a boss, calling the shots
Eyes on the prize, villain on the rise, trail to the top (To the Top)
Writer: TERRANCE A WITCHER
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave