Letras de Wolves in Sheep Clothing

Yeah, yeah
Them niggas just talking baby (don′t listen to that shit)
Don't mind them, they just talking baby
They know they can′t fuck with me baby
(That mean they can't fuck with you)
You tell 'em like that bitch told Scarface
(What she say?) "I don′t fuck with the help"
Hahahaha, yeah

They say they out for dead presidents, never respect it

First of all, Ben Franklin was never elected
That means them and big bills have never connected
They just say it cause they think it sound clever on records
Secondly, God′s first, you'll never be second
And if you living wrong, money can never correct it
I′mma say it once and it's whoever directed
You′ll never get off on me, I'm never the exit
All black everything in my black V
It ain′t a game and if it was, it'd be a black Wii
I'm on my A game, never on that B shit

You on that B shit, you never gon′ be shit
That′s how I see shit, cause I am the shit

True story like that Hollywood E! shit
I say F niggas cause I'm on some G shit
Yeah that red and green stripe, double G shit

That was for my homie, just know I′m thinking of you
I told him stay on top, so they can't get above you
He told me "I dig that like a fucking shovel"
Why it take a nigga to go to jail to say he love you?
We be killing ′em, boy we be killing 'em
Damn, we used to dream to have a million
Now the family get money like Will and ′em

Accounts rise like we filling 'em with helium
My baby girl got ass, it's no secret that it
Make you look away, but still be peeking at it
She say they come with painted faces, tryna clown on you
How they under you but tryna talk down on you?
You see a rat is gon′ be that and go for any cheddar

Tell my bitch that I′m no good as if they any better

But her loyalty keep her from them other boys
Let 'em holler, she just gon′ exist above the noise

Paul is sorta like
A nigga with the swag of a Yao Ming baller type
But more Rich Porter's height
But small giant, nigga we not at all alike
Shit you just discovering, I been doing all my life
Y′all niggas call it balling, I just call it life
I'm still the same as day one, I don′t get caught in all the hype
So what's up Dash? I can't call her Ike
I guess they don′t see Paul, they only see all the ice

Yellow everything, lemon and sour juice
Rich head to toe, aviator fly, Howard Hughes
Enjoy the best of everything, we paid our dues
So niggas wanna jump ship and join our cruise

But this ain′t no joy ride, when my boys ride
Somewhere somebody boy died and never will your boy hide
I'm on front line no matter how drastic
But otherwise you can find me where the cash is
In love with them rapids, now I don′t mean white water rafting
I'm talking ′bout them four door Astons
Addicted to fashion, diamonds, flashing
But the money, music and fast cars is my passion

I'm no newbie, nor am I a has been
These whack rappers give me headaches, this just the aspirin

I often speak through my actions
But paint pictures with words that you can close your eyes and imagine
Yeah, imagine that