| Burning money like a blunt full of that good shit
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| Getting hood rich
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| Bitch I’m sticked up like a blind man
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| Whip it soft harder than a frying pan
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| Metal said like I’m Iron man
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| Ain’t the hero baby I’m the bad guy
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| Need a bag so I get a jag I
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| Just want some shit I’ve never had
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| My life getting hectic like I’m selling traffic during rush hour
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| I could never have enough power
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| Remember days we had to flush powder like its cops at the door
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| The work is clogging up the toilet baby go and get the plunger
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| Snuffing suckers ducking undercovers
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| Rubber grip up on the dirty hammer
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| Bullets hit em like pieces
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| Getting money been the fucking thesis I’m the fucking reason
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| Dolla ain’t wanna play
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| We pull up like taggers and start to spray
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| Shit fifty cal curled em up like a k
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| Clip pulling off easy like Sunday morning
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| Anytime shootin' you know we scoring
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| Catch me a plane and get to touring nigga
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| All of that dirt yeah I did it
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| I hit the scale with the midget
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| I play your block with a pivot
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| Forty Glock gave me permission
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| All of yall niggas could get it
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| Sat in the trap with no shirt
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| I was just taking them Percs
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| I’m losing track of my time
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| I’m losing track of my hoes
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| Never lose track of the work
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| Tripping we going beserk
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| I really wanted that forty
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| But I went copped me a nine
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| I’m ridin' round with that bitch cuz' ima do time
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| Before you try takin' whats mine
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| Heard that yall niggas some rats
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| Heard yall ain’t getting no scraps
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| Wishing that yams would come back
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| Doing whatever whenever to run up a sac
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| Fronto blunt getting rolled up all killer no filler
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| Five niggas on the scene bet we hitting three like Reggie miller
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| I could still smell the elbow go and run it thru' the sealer
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| Schlowed' everyday HellRose thuggin' till they come kill him |