| This for my ballas ayyyy
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| I guess I’m gettin what I had comin
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| Wish they told me I’ll be stuntin
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| All my life I’m tryin get money
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| All my life I’m tryin get money
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| This for my ballas I’m a balla
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| Flo Rida be the landlaord I need tht rent money
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| I’m a poor boy eryday I get cake honey
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| Birthday man my pinata my state honey
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| Take one glance and the prada got um haten on me
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| Gun shinin on the waist yeah the waist sunny
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| Like biggie rappin I’ll ain’t the way dummy
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| Jack boys soveniers to the big tummy
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| New year chopper wet like the nose runny
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| Shot clothes takin over what yoes
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| Soround light bulbs where the sound light blows
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| The south got soul grand mama got gold
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| Real grandady like formin no smoke
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| This be the truth loose slips dext told
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| Got to get fat carrots see these xxx like kimor
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| Thick hips holla back like I’m in a lambo
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| Playin xxxxxxx my career peep the rap game cold
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| Tht mg get it 305 fitiy keep tht 22 got to get it
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| Hustle all day be broke the next
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| I’ll sleep when I day I need tht check
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| Never thought shitll pop off like this
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| Yeah your dam ryte fool I never had shit
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| Stuntin reel hard like I wanna blow it all
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| I ain’t tryin do xxxx but ball
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| It’s my time the roly don’t lie
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| For nikkas out there I’m a up my fire
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| Shit don’t change till a nikka more tired
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| If nikkas feel different, you a god dam lie
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| I’m so high but I’m like xxxx it
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| Tht home boy b like a motherfucking bucket
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| I’m straight thuggin the hoes just love it
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| Your boy xxxx and yes I does it
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| Boy I’m rich and yeah I’m gettin money
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| If it’s close enough then I see it comin
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| Call me a balla call me what you want
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| Call me a real goon riding in a donk
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| Call me broke cause tht I ain’t
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| I mite be a po boy trying get bank
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| All my life I’ve ben trying get mo
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| When it goes down I culd tell you how it go
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| Whoa
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| Straight from the hood to the good with the bad
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| Lot these growin up I wish I had
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| But everything in life ain’t promised
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| Them the last words I herd from momma
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| Stay reel watching for the haters
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| Here they come but with money you forlay them
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| I feel like spendin and I want it
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| No matter how I get it. |