Jan'07
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
January '07
January '07
Counting my racks, yeah
Designer my pants
Got bags filled with cash, yeah
That nigga gonna dash
Shoot for the stars, yeah
Got aim like K'Dee
My earlobes VVS, uh
Got valuable feats
Shawty came over my place
Now she don't wanna leave
Making money while I sleep is a full time shift
Said I couldn't make it, but now they read about
Me, yeah
Placing my steps in order, don't wanna fall
Again, yeah
I did what I did
I got out the mud I came with the gold
That's what mama asked
God on my side, I got powers
VVS be shining the hardest
Keep it real with me, these niggas be loyal
Copped some new Jordans, the hardest
Whole different bars, I'm the highest
Got up against all these liars
Channel myself for receiving more blessings
You cannot keep me disordered
Pink Percocet I'm retarded
Fans on alert for new bangers
Old Mutual job was the hardest
Well, he cranking up lies that's dishonest
Cooking up rhymes like this shit in my B's
Richards Mille got the sting, it the beast
You don't know me, don't act like we be twins
Breaking the barriers we getting more wins
January '07
January '07
January '07
January '07
Jan'07
Counting my racks, yeah
Designer my pants
Got bags filled with cash, yeah
That nigga gonna dash
Shoot for the stars, yeah
Got aim like K'Dee (let's go!)
My earlobes VVS, uh
Got valuable feats
Shawty came over my place
Now she don't wanna leave
No
Yeah
Yeah
January '07
January '07
Counting my racks, yeah
Designer my pants
Got bags filled with cash, yeah
That nigga gonna dash
Shoot for the stars, yeah
Got aim like K'Dee
My earlobes VVS, uh
Got valuable feats
Shawty came over my place
Now she don't wanna leave
Making money while I sleep is a full time shift
Said I couldn't make it, but now they read about
Me, yeah
Placing my steps in order, don't wanna fall
Again, yeah
I did what I did
I got out the mud I came with the gold
That's what mama asked
God on my side, I got powers
VVS be shining the hardest
Keep it real with me, these niggas be loyal
Copped some new Jordans, the hardest
Whole different bars, I'm the highest
Got up against all these liars
Channel myself for receiving more blessings
You cannot keep me disordered
Pink Percocet I'm retarded
Fans on alert for new bangers
Old Mutual job was the hardest
Well, he cranking up lies that's dishonest
Cooking up rhymes like this shit in my B's
Richards Mille got the sting, it the beast
You don't know me, don't act like we be twins
Breaking the barriers we getting more wins
January '07
January '07
January '07
January '07
Jan'07
Counting my racks, yeah
Designer my pants
Got bags filled with cash, yeah
That nigga gonna dash
Shoot for the stars, yeah
Got aim like K'Dee (let's go!)
My earlobes VVS, uh
Got valuable feats
Shawty came over my place
Now she don't wanna leave
No
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Writer(s): Kirk Asamoa
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