[intro: grafh]
My name grafh, ho
Bun b, ho
[verse 1: grafh]
Uh! i don't know what they telling you
I don’t know what they telling you
I don't know what they selling you
Uh! if it ain't about dough, then they never so good on my schedule
Uh! i’ve got that real shit
I don't know what they've been selling you
Uh! fa-far around me
I know but you better do
I know you told her come home with the lovers
You know that there's no with, though it's federal
Coke and the weed
You came with the fish, but i throw in the vegetables
I know what you need
Is that attitude you have, but no one is checking you
Don't nobody check for you
Had that you look at me, i don't have a check for you
Get the fuck out of my face
I want a different type of time
Praise by the mafia, this is the different type of time
Drip a load in your strip
I got a pot of gold, to go flip
I got a glock, i load the whole clip
When you see me at papa dough's, it’s your bitch
This shit different ni**a, lean on it then i’m clicking ni**a
Squeeze onto that, i ain't missing dawg
It’s with the beam on your wrist, sticky ni**a i zip the zipper aye
Body bag, i got that work in the potty
I hope you can get use to it in michigan
You know that it's up, it's up
In that thang, up like an zodiac
See bun b liveget tickets as low as $78[chorus: grafh]
Uh! i'm getting better with time
Uh! that pussy taste better with wine, yeah
Uh! i’m getting better with time
I've got this sold level, oj they say i'm ahead of my time, yeah
Uh! i'm getting better with time
Uh! i'm getting better with time
[verse 2: bun b]
When i thought it out, man i was young and dumb
Full of cumma, and i ain't know shit
We ain't have a lot, so shit i had to go wild
Then smashed a block, to get more shit
We started but trapping, then i switch over to rapping
See if my flow fit
And found that you can make some bread
Going off the head, i'm like no shit
I linked up with that boy pimp
Said fuck it, let's try it out
So we hopped off in his right prelude
Hit the road, and start hiding out
We put it down for the world to see
We was outside, we weren't hiding out
You talk down on me, on pat
We going spin the block, then we sliding out
Start stacking some cheese, which a rapper went from stacking keys
When it happened went back for my g's
Who pee on the block, pistol packed and what is
We do what we please
Yeah we made it far, but we wanted to go farther
Got to do it for my mother and father
Make a living for my son and my daughter
And a million out of fucking quarters
[chorus: grafh]
Uh! i'm getting better with time
I'm getting better with time
I'm getting better with time
That pussy taste better with wine, yeah
I've got this sold level, oj they say i'm ahead of my time, yeah
Uh! i'm getting better with time
Uh! i'm getting better with time