| Christo
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| Man, almost forgot all the shit I said, let me do that shit again
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| Trap
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| Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers, you hear me
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| It’s 'bout money, nigga, say less
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| Choppers that spray vest, killers that stay fresh
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| My shoes from Saks Fifth, them bricks at Payless (Real shit)
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| My hoes got accents, I’m from them spots where it’s real action
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| Break work in fractions, I gotta get it, no relaxin' (Gotta get it)
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| Listen, I get the details, got pills, no D12
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| I send the Gs mail, some hit the e-mail (Some hit the e-mail)
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| Got coke on presale (Huh?)
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| Ain’t seen the plug yet, I stretch the female, then sell for retail (Gotta
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| stretch the ho out)
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| A nigga really got them truckloads, ain’t got no CL’s (Facts)
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| But got a C-L-S, yes, but got them VVS, yes (That's right)
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| But hell no, I ain’t impressed (I ain’t impressed by that shit)
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| I just like the baguettes (I just like it), I just like to ride Lex
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| I just like to upset all these niggas that’s hatin' (Hatin' ass niggas)
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| Drive-by on they set (Skrrt)
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| I count with calluses, I’m sick, dialysis
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| Ain’t with the coward shit, I got the foulest bitch, I get her flowers Shit,
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| I’m havin' power trips, I’m up like towers, bitch
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| My drip need towels for this
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| I put in miles for this, the beef got .Cals for this
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| I bow, then click, need palaces
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| Don’t sound convinced on balances
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| That’s owed from piling shit, on bad money niggas
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| I guess they counterfeit, listen
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| I keep that mask on me, nigga, that’s my accountant fit
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| Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challenges, that’s my analysis
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| Hold up, I’m flickin' ashes in the ashtray in an Ashton with Ashley y’all ain’t
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| called since the last date
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| Now she sendin' the sad face, gettin' money the fast way
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| Grindin' hard to the last day, I run it up like its leg day, nigga
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| (Yeah, alright)
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| Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy)
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| Put it in the bags, bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky)
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| I can make the money fly, that’s a bird
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| Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur
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| (Uh, ah shit, yeah)
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| Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy)
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| Put it in the bag, this shit fallin' out the sky (Sky)
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| I can make the money fly, that’s a bird
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| Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur
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| (Okay)
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| Comin' for the cheddar 'til I’m dead or I get a war wound
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| Weather the storm, get an umbrella
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| 'Cause it’s rainin' pussy cats and dog food
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| And the catch is comin' for y’all fools
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| Accelerate, hit the RT, R2-D2
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| Schoolin' you niggas, the 1, 2, plus you is Three Stooges
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| Word to my mucus, I spill juices
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| 'Bout to cop a noose 'cause I’m already strange fruit
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| And if my diamonds is twinklin', then they think I ain’t dangerous
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| Hangman, hangin' there, bang, bang, bangin' that thing, thing
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| 'Til my wrist spring, maintain, ring, jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling
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| When I swang the thing, she like, «Danke schön»
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| Pen, pad, paint, all the pain, rap game daddy-daughter day
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| And the real niggas all gone away 'til I came in with the party favors
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| All the flavors, modern day, super gamma with the ultra rays
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| New Atlanta for you monkey niggas
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| Got two banana clips, fuck a fade
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| Don’t tempt me, gassed up
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| But I run empty with the five wide
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| And the .45 on three wisemen (Uh)
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| Alright
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| Give me all the cash, nigga, hurry up and buy (Buy)
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| Put it in the bags, bricks fallin' out the sky (Sky)
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| I can make the money fly, that’s a bird
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| Cock a nine, if you heard, you can die, you concur |