Stuntin’ lyrics – H.F.M. 2 (The Hunger For More 2)
New York City…
Uh! – Pull your camera phone out, you can shoot your first movie! (uhh!)
I’m headed for the Louie, and I got ’em showin’ booty. (uhh!)
The dough did somethin’ to me. (to me!) – I count it in my ‘cuzzi; (uhh!)
Envision cancoon, clean and spick and span room! (whooooooh-ooooooooohh!)
Kaboom! – Bentley bangin’ bass while I zoom, (yeeaah!)
I’m leavin’ out a threesome and it’s just the afternoon. (yeah!)
I told her I was cummin’ and she made it to the spoon, (huh?)
I put my shit back on and told her I’d see her soon;
Zooom! (zooom!) – I’m sharp as a harpoon. – Ya doomed!
Brave dog barkin’ at the moon, – bafoon. (uhh!)
Just screw ’em! – The heater make ’em curl in a cacoon, (uhh!)
Ya ruined! – I spark my blunt back up, high and zoom! (uuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhh!)
I’m hot as late June and July, know I fly, (flyy!)
I hit your favorite nightclub and eyeball all the spies. (yeeah!)
And my evenin’ never dry, I can actually get by, (by!)
Grey Goose lemon lime and I’m packin’ up the ride. (uh-huh!)
Frontin’, (fronin’!) – stuntin’, (stuntin’!) – money ain’t nothin’! (naah!)
I get it, (get it!) – I got it! (got it!) – I bag ’em, (bag ’em!) – I fuck ’em, (fuck ’em!)
Then dump ’em! (whoo!) – Shorty thought she was, but she wasn’t! (stuntin’!)
The one I’m lookin’ for, let her party with my cousin; (yeeaah!)
Cause they love him. – Come over by the dozen, I’m clubbin’. (stuntin’!)
I’m thuggin’! (uhh!) – And bitches know my name cause I’m hustlin’! (stuntin’!)
They rub ’em, (uhh!) – and grab ’em; (grab ’em!) – that’s where I keep the Magnum; (Magnum!)
And when your bread stackin’, you never know what’ll happen!
Uhh! – Shorty say she love, (uhh!) – she don’t even know me. (naaah!)
Baby don’t insult me, I should feed you to the homies! (yeah!)
Ya bony! – Don’t tell your girls you own me, – balony;
How phony! – We run New York like Dan and Tony. (whoo!) (yeah!)
I’m chromy. – Diamond studded rolly, – I’m Goldy! (uhh!)
I’m Cozy! – See jets, spurs, ride like Jenolie. (uhh!)
Six cases of Möey. (yeah!) – Big faces you know he (yeah!)
Pack the V.I.P up – with Kim, Courtney, and Chloe. (yeah!)
The Phantom like a sofa – so you need a chauffer! (chauffer!)
My picture make a poster, try to find a nigga doper. (yeeaaah!)
See mami on that coca; – she think I mean “quarter”, (quarter!)
When I break a bitch first, lil’ kids like soda! (HUUUH?!)
Roller. – My baby’ll be in a Gucci stroller, (uhh!)
Rap bi-polar, and my goon’ll Uzi off her! (uuuuhh!)
Soldier, – I control my game without controller, (controller!)
I’m colder! – The whole South Jamaica on my shoulder. (uhh!)
Queens gettin’ money! – Brooklyn gettin’ money!
The Bronx gettin’ money! – Harlem gettin’ money!
Staten gettin’ money – off the corner money!
That millionaire money! – C-count more money!
Hey! [echoes] [beat stops]