Coup Fat Cats Bigga Fish Lyrics

Fat Cats Bigga Fish Lyrics

Well now haha what have we here? 

Chorus
C-c-c-come with it
Get down get down get down 2ce
Repeat

It’s almost ten o clock see I got a ball of lifted property
So I slid my beenie hat on sloppily
And promenade out to take up a collection
I got game like I read the directions
I ’m wishing that I had an automobile
As I feel the cold wind rush past
But let me state that I am a hustler for real
So you know I got the stolen bus pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
I see my ole school partner said his brother got popped
Pay my respects
Can you ring the bell we came to my stop
The street light reflects off the piss on the ground
Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
Which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
Which reflects off the fact that I am broke
Now what the f**k is new
I need loot I sweat the motherf**ka
In the tweed suit
And I’m on his as* quicker than a kick from a grease boot
Eased up slow and discreet
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn’t wanna f**k up the come on
So I smiled with my eyes said hey how it’s hanging guy
Bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
Damn this motherf**ka had a hella of andrew jacksons
I’m a thief or pickpocket give a f**k what you call it
Used to call em fat cats.
I just call them wallets getting federal ain’t just a klepto
Master card or visa I’d gladly accept those
Sneaky motherf**ka with a scam know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets
Story just begun but you already know
Aint no need to get down sh*t I’m already low


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My footsteps echo in the darkness
My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look down and I hear my somach growling
Step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
I never pay for sh*t that I can get by doing dirt
Link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her face and her breath was like murder
Damn the sh*t I do for a free hamburger
(girl )"well you got my number you gonna call me tonite"
It depends is them burgers attached to a price
"sorry sorry"
Im just kidding i’ma call you write you love letters
"it’s all good"
Thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper.
(girl)thats cool you want some ice
Yeah and some fries will be hella nice
(girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day
Im up outta here anyway
I use peoples before they use me
Cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz
Thats what an og told me
Gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that I just got
Came to an underground parking lot
This place is good as any f**k it’s all good
Walked in found a car hopped itself up on a hood
Ate my burger threw back my cola
Somebody said hey it was a rented pig I thought it was a roller
"want me to call the cops? "
I don’t want them to see me
Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a lamboughini
It was rollses ferraris and jags by the dozen
A building door opened
Damn it was my cousin
Getting offa work dressed up no lie
Tux cummerband and a blackbow tie
I was like hey
"who is it"
Me
"oh what’s up man I just quit this company
They hella racist and the pay was too low "
I said arite what was up in there though
"a party with rich motherf**kas I don’t know the situation
I know they got cabbage owning corporations
Ibm chryslers and sh*t is what they seeing"
Just then a light bulb went off in my head
They be thinking all black folks is resembling
Gimme your tux and I’ll do some pocket swindling
Fit the change in the bathroom	and I freeze off my nuts
Lets take a short break
While I get into this tux
Grunt zipp
Alright I’m ready


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Fresh dressed like a million bucks
I be the flyiest muthaf**ka in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a right angle up silver tray in my hand
May I interest you in some caviar mam
My eyes shoots round the room there and here
Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
Background barry manilow copacobana
And a strong as* scent of stoagies from havana
What no place where a brother might been
Snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
Allrite then lets begin this
Nights like this is good for business
Five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques
Talking giggling and shit
Well one mother f**ka gave me twits
And everbody else jacking it throttling
Found out later you know coca cola bottling
Talking to a black man who he’s confused
We looking hella bourgie
Ass all tight and seditty
Recognzed him as the mayor of my city
Who treats young black man like frank nitty
Mr coke said to mr mayor "you know we got a process like ice t’s hair
We put up the fund for your election campaign
And oh um waiter can you bring the champagne"
A real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
To make some condos out of low income housing
Immediately we need some media heat
To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet
Harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated
When we bought the land motherf**kas will appreciate it
Dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
My man that owns marlboros
Donated a fat sum
Thats when I step back some to contemplate what few know
Sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo
Aint no one player that could beat this lunancy
Aint no hustler on the street could do a whole community
This is how deep sh*t can get
It reads macaroni on my birth certificate
Poontang is my middle name but I cant hang
I’m getting hustled
Only knowing half the game
Shit how the f**k do I get out of this place.