| Yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin' mind, Spitta Andretti, yes I’m
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| Anticipatin these niggas hatin' yeah they waitin' that’s fine
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| Maco snap through the fishin' line. |
| watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just
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| on time
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| On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G’s
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| But don’t nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew
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| The green done colored my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up,
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| fuck them other niggas pay us
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| It’s like I’m in it but not really in that Matrix, Ocean’s 14, plot out new
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| capers
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| Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves, leave me to rake it up
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| Wonderin' who they reserve first place fuck, those niggas, no pictures,
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| babygirl roll those joints bigger
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| Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that,
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| OG shit, you smell that?
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| All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassos, hotboy crack tab of Tabasco
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| Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural
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| Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west?
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| Shawty I could hit it out the park Satchel Paige
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| Damn I’m paid, thinkin' of all that money I made, since lookin' at the hip like
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| I just got paged
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| Every summer, new car, new paint, girl I know you ain’t frown with yo' pussy,
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| you BAITCH!
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| I work too hard for «I can’t», stay burnin that «Man that shit stank!»
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| I’m in ya city girl, you a thick lil somethin' I need one more for the Spitta
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| girl
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| Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that,
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| OG shit, you smell that? |