Five-O Lyrics

[Chorus:]

Where my str8 jacket at... I'm a psycho

Where dat white blo, y dey copy my flow

If it's not young money, it's a typo

Dere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-o

We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o

Dere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-o

If it's not young money, it's a typo

Dere dem lights go we don't talk to five-o

[Jae Millz:]

Mister officer, mister officer

I'm sry I don't wanna take a waaalk with ya

Matta fact, I ain't trynna talk 2 ya

We ain't got no business, so wat we taaalkn fa

It ain't no need to bring me in 4 no interigation

Cause about dat boi who jus got shot, I gots no information

Dese broke ass snitch niggas styll grame shavn?

@ da pricent writin statements on which your house is da station {DAMN}

Not I, tattle tellin is for homos

Besides, dats da #1 young money no no

Police, we don't chat with dem

We ain't got no wrap for dem

U in da cop car point niggas out from da back of dem {DERE HE GO}

Bac seat informer, your papi shoulda warned ya

U even tell PoPo I'm black, & yous a fucn goner

Yea u get high, but I get higher

Manyana, I jjus mite go 2 da half way house and ask your supervisor

[Chorus:]

Where my str8 jacket at... I'm a psycho

Where dat white blo, y dey copy my flow

If it's not young money, it's a typo

Dere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-o

We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o

Dere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-o

If it's not young money, it's a typo

Dere dem lights go we don't talk to five-o

[Nicki Minaj:]

Yo... 4, 3, 2

Cocka doodle do

I was out in afric, shaka zulu crew

Ho ho ho, red stockings to

Coming down the chimney, your chopped & screwed

It's me bitches, eff u snitches, gimmie da whibbie jibbies

So excuse my twitches {EXCUSE ME}

Lemme get dat brewskie, nggas kno dem bitches can't do it like a dooskie
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I jus pull up, chuck da deuce in sum blue denim,

& I jus heard he runni with da lutenant

I'm da mistress, I be in da district of columbia

Yes uh huh, washington

Betta ask around, cause I'm wats poppinton

I'm who dey think about, playin with dey pee pee

Gotta count sheep b, cause I'm never sleepy

Guess I'm da chief, u can find me in my TP... BITCHES!

[Chorus:]

Where my str8 jacket at... I'm a psycho

Where dat white blo, y dey copy my flow

If it's not young money, it's a typo

Dere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-o

We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o

Dere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-o

If it's not young money, it's a typo

Dere dem lights go we don't talk to five-o

[Gudda Gudda:]

Young money cycle, st8 jacket on me

Break a nigga jaw if he turn 2 informant

I bring ya 2 ya door step, loose slips, sank ships nigga

So I'm a bring u 2 da bottom of da ocean (uh chuuch)

I hear u preachin like a fucn reverand

Should killd u in da first place... no second guessin

Coulda killed em with da first and da second weapon

DJ Unk em with da hand, I 2 step and deck em

Den I grab da choppa, blue flame houston reck em

Kick a snitch head thru a goal like David Beckam

Make way, respect em

I could AK attack em

U lookn at a gangster in his essence

Now bitch bow down wen a gangster in your presence

Cause I'm God's gift like a present

For 1 don't try me I could give u 2 lessons u pessants get murdered if

U do test em

Gudda Gudda gotchu

[Chorus:]

Where my str8 jacket at... I'm a psycho

Where dat white blo, y dey copy my flow

If it's not young money, it's a typo

Dere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-o

We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o

Dere dem lights go, we don't talk to five-o

If it's not young money, it's a typo

Dere dem lights go we don't talk to five-o