Anza (feat. Armani Caesar)

Woo, woo
 Big bag alert
 Yeah
 You know we gettin' the most money, right?
 We already got the most money, nigga
 Murda on the beat so it's not nice
 When you see me, big watch
 Fifty pointers in the bezel of it (you see it)
 Big draco on me, you could never tough it (ha)
 Try to run down, you better think better of it
 Told my shooter if it's smoke
 Then you better up it (boom, boom, boom)
 That bitch pussy good, but I could never love it (not at all)
 I dive in that pussy like I'm treasure huntin' (splash)
 She ain't really my bitch, but she my bitch (that's my bitch)
 Took her out thе hood, now she levellеd up (ha)
 Uh, might put her in the CCs
 The two Fs and the GGs (talk to 'em)
 The CDs and the DGs
 And I pass the bitch off, CP3 (ha-ha-ha)
 We come, big strap, peon, get back
 I am beyond this rap, we gon' click-clack (brr)
 Put my whole city on map, we won't get at
 Niggas know what we on, get back, nigga, let this bitch breathe
 I ain't done
 Let this bitch breathe, big Rollie on sleeve
 Big brodie sold kis, big forty on me
 Two hundred on Vs, try to run up on me
 Your mama gon' grieve, bro
 You know we gon' squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 Bro, you know you won't leave
 You know we on go, bro, you know we don't freeze
 Kutter hangin' out the car and he throw a light breeze (brr)
 Know we both sold raw and you know we sold Ps
 Got the forty-four Colt like a Rodeo
 Homie gon' bleed (boom), put the hole in both knees
 Gotta suck it if your pussy on bleed (ha), let that bitch breathe
 Bitch breathe, let that bitch breathe
 Breathe, let that bitch breathe
 Let that bitch breathe
 Let that bitch breathe, bitch
 Let that bitch breathe, let that bitch breathe (woo)
 Uh, I just got another bag, nigga (woo)
 Uh, I'm really tied in with the
 Streets, I ain't just another rap nigga (woo)
 Yeah, and that's a fact, nigga
 That ain't no cap, we be slidin' with the MACs
 Nigga, thirty-two shot clips, call that shit Shaq, nigga (brr)
 Aimin' at your hat, nigga, put you on your back
 Play with me if you want to, that'll get you whacked, nigga
 MVP form, you can go and check the stats, nigga
 'Bout to win a ring
 Then I'm winnin' back to back, nigga (hah, hah, hah)
 Roll another back and you know I'm puttin' wax in it
 Louis letterman, LV on the patch
 I don't love no ho, I ain't gettin' too attached with her
 Hit it from the back
 Then I say I'll holler back, gotta let that bitch breathe (hahaha)
 Uh, uh
 Queen Caese
 When you see me, Queen Caese, bow down when you greet me (uh)
 Full speed, I got the green like Luigi (come on)
 Lotta dark, diamonds dance, Chris Breezy (Breezy)
 Known to do an AmEx greasy
 Mani ain't the chick you can get right to (uh huh)
 Hit my line, highly doubt you'll get right through (uh uh)
 Two gangs on my boots, that's my get right shoe (ooh)
 Griselda is the movement and the get right crew (yup)
 Slim waist, fat ass, make him blow a big bag (ooh)
 Deuce-deuce in the goose, want smoke, who mad? (yup)
 Bad bitch, big drip, with a whole lotta swag (ah)
 Five-six, fly chick, whole lotta ass (woo)
 Hit the club, pop Ace, throw a lil' cash (cash)
 Push a coupe, deuce-double-O on the dash
 Ain't about the money, it's fuck 'em like Mr. Marcus (fuck 'em)
 Married to the money
 Tell niggas I'm off the market (I'm off the market)
 Huh, don't get scared now, niggas
 Let's talk about it, pussy ass niggas
 If you don't know about it, ask your ho about it
 It's up and it's motherfuckin' stuck there
 Lights out for you bitches and you niggas too
 Griselda forever
 Big steppers