| Mess with my money, Get your head blown off
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| Mess with my money, Get your head blown off
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| Mess with my money, Get your head blown off
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| Clean right off with a damned sawed off
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| (Repeats multiple times)
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| Slick like butter, Dodging undercover
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| Mess with my money, you’s a dead motherfucka
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| Bass so loud, I’m about to go deaf
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| Six deep and capris leaning to the left
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| Clean ass capris as I bleed off the block
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| Old people look, Old people get shot
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| My rims sit tall, and my car sits high
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| I’m getting out the car, pass birds in the sky
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| You fuck with my money, everything’s okay
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| I’ll head to the crib and I’ll load the A-K
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| So don’t play around, Don’t mess with my cheese
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| And don’t want no checks, Just count it out please
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| Don’t hesitate, and I wouldn’t refuse
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| Like the paper boy, mane I’m bringing bad news
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| Ten keys loaded up, Taped in the trunk
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| Laid right next to the Mossberg pump
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| Twelve goes to eight, and eight goes to five
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| Play with my money, and you won’t stay alive
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| You wanna go to war? |
| Damn right, I’m ready
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| Leave you pussy niggas shaking just like jelly
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| I’ve been watching you, see you moving those keys
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| Mask on my face, Creep, Then I say «Freeze!»
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| Drop it off, Drop it off, I need some new clothes
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| Drop it off, Drop it off, I need some new blow
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| Mess with my money, I will blow your head off
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| Hit 'em ten times till the skull turns soft
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| Go to the crib, Wash up and get gone
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| Clientele always be blowing the phone
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| Twenty-six inch rims, Yeah I go clean
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| Flip flops, Paint jobs, Ten TVs
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| Mess with my money, I will bury your ass
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| Head blown off with an earth gauge blast
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| (Repeats until it fades away) |