| On it, your bitch callin'
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| Says she on a pill, and she rollin dawg
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| She want it all night long
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| Straight cash all I want
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| Them doors go up on that Lam'
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| Bitches suckin' over, no hand
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| She want me spend this cash, I won’t
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| I just hit that pussy, now I’m gone
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| Too much goin' on to think about
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| I just need some good head, baby think it out
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| I slam doors on your favorite whores
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| Niggas loss and won some niggas won and lost
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| Can’t run, nigga pray
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| Toast up for my niggas, make a milli off the yay
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| Them nightmares come true fast
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| Shinin' on your TV nigga, newsflash
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| School of hard knocks, pocket all knots
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| And that small box make a young nigga grow fast
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| Montana, fast money with a slow ass
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| You fuck niggas thinkin' with your old ass
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| What’s in my pocket is your whole stack
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| I’m ridin' slow you niggas talkin fast
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| Rollin, nigga pop a bill and I’m rollin'
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| 600 a bottle, bring ten
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| No sparklers, too much attention
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| Drawin' stalkers, bitches be fishin' for ballers
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| I’m bossin', New Orleans, Ferraris,
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| Bentleys to Monte Carlos, El Caminos, Impalas
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| Dissapearin' with your broad at three in the mornin'
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| Penthouse, hotel room cards, big dawg
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| Underground rap star, I can’t lay down too long baby
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| Plus I know your man’s at home goin' crazy
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| And in my world you know the game ain’t waitin'
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| For no nigga who puttin' pussy before paper
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| So prepare your makeup and have your alibi made up
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| I hate to be the reason you and old boy break up
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| I wake up, bake up, nighttime smoke the stage up
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| Countin' cake up, good time
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| Oh my Montana, Andretti, Coke Wave
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| Jet Life |