2000 Lyrics by Ken Carson
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
I was born in 2000, ***
Came from public housing, ***
Racks on racks, I got the money pilin’, ***
Bro, you gon’ break, you ain’t gon’ keep it solid, ***
Throw rocks at his hand, he gon’ go tweet about it, ***
Racks on racks, yeah, I got the money pilin’, ***
I knew ’bout Miley before I seen Cyrus, ***
Oh you on protein? I’m on a lean diet, ***
Can’t tell me ’bout these drugs, if you ain’t try it, ***
Can’t complain ’bout that ***, if you ain’t buy it, ***
Players only live once, I’m rockin’ Polo
YVL, Young Vamp Life, I got a vamp’ ho
Told that *** I’m from 2000, she said she from ’94
Yeah, yeah, I’m a young ***, but my pockets old
Never lifted weights in my life, but my pockets swole
Oh, you want a fade? Fade away, now your life gone
Shawty need a raise, I’ma tip her for the ***
Get the *** 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 ***, huh
Can’t respond, can’t go back and forth with no ***’ bum
Waste of time, I swear this *** don’t do me nun’
Later on, I’m tryna see what she gon’ do for sumn’
Compliment my chain, she told me to Alex Moss, “Do me one”
Compliment her hair, I told her, “I had the same color”
Me and my *** on the same ***, we complement each other
I’m with the squad, I’m with the gang, I’m in this *** with my brothers
I pop pills, don’t do ***, I’m not a nose stuffer
*** *** talkin’ ***, *** need a muzzle
I put that *** together, my outfit a puzzle
She got on the mink boots, I got on them butters
My team makin’ plays, touchdown, we don’t need to huddle
Can’t layup after we ***, I wanna cuddle
Niggas ain’t havin’ that much, my money stretch from Georgia to Cali’
My lil’ *** said she needed a ten, I sent that ho to Bali
Free Homixide Mali, they needa free all the real
How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain’t spin for him?
Hollywood ***, yeah, she look like Kim
Ain’t gotta say no names, so niggas don’t *** with them
Told that ho you trippin’, just be 5, I’ma come trim
He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim