| Diamonds pressed against the wood
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| I got mother fucking money like I fucking should
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| A lot of niggas hating on me, earrings like Suge… Knight
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| Diamond, bright, shining, light
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| It’s a motherfucking sunny day
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| And this rap shit paying me
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| And my pockets on full like I’m selling D
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| Remember days I reflected on selling P’s
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| Remember days nigga calling I’m collecting ki’s
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| Remember days niggas calling I’m collecting fees
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| Sucka ass nigga hating motherfuck ya
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| I got this motherfucker on me, I’ll bust ya
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| You rap niggas playin friendly I don’t trust ya
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| You rap niggas playin friendly I don’t trust ya
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| Sneak dissin nigga talk behind my back it come right back to me
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| And nigga you a pussy nigga you was scared to pull it
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| And I got this 45 on me for any nigga bullet
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| I got this 40 cal on me try me I’ll pop ya
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| Down in Houston at the Galleria big shoppin
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| 454 I could frame ya I’m big blockin
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| A young nigga hall of fame like I’m John Stockton
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| I’m throwin this shit from long range I get these hoes droppin
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| I’m throwin this shit from long range I got these hoes poppin
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| I pull up wit a whole thang meet me at the partments
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| They say the feds watchin hell nah these niggas tellin
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| Ain’t no tellin what a nigga tellin what you sellin
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| Who could you trust in these streets? |
| Not a fuckin soul
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| And what goes on behind closed doors you’ll never know
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| See this shit forreal man
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| Like every motherfuckin day this shit get thick forreal my nigga
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| You don’t know how the fuck this shit be feelin man
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| Yo mf… yo mf patna nigga, foldin on you nigga
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| Shit forreal nigga
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| Who the fuck could you trust nigga
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| You gettin this mf money nigga
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| Who is there to trust nigga?
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| These money hungry bitches? |
| Fuck nah
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| You gon mf get it or you gon starve nigga
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| I’m goin to get it nigga
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| I ain’t got time to mf play and lay nigga
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| One hunnit nigga |