| Yuh… aye yo I’m standing on my crib
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| Smokin On the food
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| Tryna figure out how to turn one into two
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| Keep my mind up on them dollar signs yeah I’m bout my loot
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| Give a fuck about a bitch and give two fucks about you
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| Now I’m ridin through the city and I’m ridin witcho main bitch
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| Hello mama got that A-1head and she can take dick when they try and kiss me
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| tell them bitches ion like that
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| Honestly I fuck em two times and send em right back, ain’t got no time for hoes
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| Yeah I’m bout my money, fuck I look like chasin you around ha ! |
| girl you funny
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| The way you females work is the reason ion trust you, you been witcho man for 8
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| years and you just let me fuck you…
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| Man this shit is sad cuz I met the bitch today, maybe she in love cuz I gotta
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| have some facts
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| Or maybe she in love cuz she see I’m gettin paid
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| She want the best of both worlds I guess I’ll take the blame
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| Yeah I’m in my bag
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| Yeah they see I’m in my bag
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| Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had
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| Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap
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| And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash
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| Yeah I’m in my bag
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| Yeah they see I’m in my bag
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| Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had
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| Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap
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| And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash
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| About the money I thought I told you
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| I be really been gettin to it let me show you
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| No more baggin work, that shit is old boy
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| I’m busy countin 4K for 1 show boy
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| I’m putting on I gotta get it listen ion got no choice
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| Ain’t my fault that my music gets you b**** p**** moist
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| That jail time yeah that’s the shit we tryin to avoid
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| They tried to give me 10 years as a savage young boy
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| I had to switch shit up cuz my life was destroyed
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| I’m tryna get them M&M's like I am from Detroit
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| I trap shit they lock me up see that ain’t got no point
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| Cuz I done stashed more bricks in the wall than fucking Pink Floyd
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| I gotta get it got no choice
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| I be ridin wit them toys, back then cops and robbers
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| Now you doubt we hear dem noise
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| Keep a tool up on my waist
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| Give a fuck what you say
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| All I know is play these hoes
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| And all I know is get that cash
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| Yeah they see I’m in my bag
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| Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had
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| Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap
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| And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash
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| Yeah I’m in bag
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| Yeah they see I’m in my bag
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| Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had
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| Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap
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| And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash |