| Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
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| Shoutout to the money from the drugs
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| It’s just the drugs showin' money love
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| Shoutout to, shout-shoutout to
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| Shoutout to the money from the drugs
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| Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
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| Shoutout to the money from the drugs
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| Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
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| I need some money, I call my plug
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| She always showin' me extra love
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| She always throwin' me extra drugs
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| I don’t ever be up in the club
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| I’m in the cut and I’m countin' up
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| Your bitch hit me when she need a dub
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| I told that ho, «get your money up, mane»
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| (Fuck is wrong with you)
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| Ay, but I’mma bust that play anyway
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| I don’t turn down money any day
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| I don’t got no job I work the stank
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| Bro ain’t got no job he work the drank
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| Back in high school I would work the pills
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| These bitches rollin', I’m coppin' feels
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| Taxin' the lame, I ain’t got no deals
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| Comin' where I’m from that shit was real
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| OG’s be trappin' all out the wheels
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| All of the risk for the extra bills, mane
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| Most them bad bitches do blow for real
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| Can’t spend the night cause them hoes’ll steal
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| My weed’s supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
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| We got abundance of drugs and you countin' your roaches
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| If the feds come in then don’t tell them where all the dope is
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| Fuck around, land us in jail and now all of us hopeless
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| Talkin' 'bout how you get money, your jewelry bogus
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| My niggas told me to take over, I gotta stay focused
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| I finesse you, watch your bands and you won’t even notice
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| I make it happen like magic, hocus pocus
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| Hit this bowl bitch cause I love it when you smokin'
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| She bustin' plays for daddy, that’s a bonus
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| She told me that I’m the realest, I already noticed
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| Fill her with trojans that’s magnum and golden, no I’m not proposin' |