(Intro) Ohh The top feels so much better than the bottom So much better
(Chorus) Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
(Verse 1) Summertime white porsche carrera is milky Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit try and stick me imma let off a full clip It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right When I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump When we rollin' rollin' rollin' Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
(Chorus) Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
(Verse 2) niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off After that 5 hour flight from New York I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man Tell her meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thing She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game Her best friend could potentially be next man Listen man, shit changed I came up from doing my thang Homey I'm holing, holing, holing shit man, the store owner watching you For something get stolen, stolen, stolen
(Chorus) Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Compositores: Curtis James Jackson (50 Cent), Robert Nesta Marley (Bob Marley) ECAD: Obra #26494206 Fonograma #1250894