| I need dough, I need cash
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| I need guala, I need racks
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| I need cheese, I need green
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| I need money I’m a fiend
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| I count chips, I flip bricks
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| I fuck your bitch in my whip
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| Flick the wrist, cook the shit
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| Niggas know I stay equipped
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| Chopping blades up in that Cadillac
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| Dropping off some more macs
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| Smoking on the fat sack
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| Little killers out so watch your back
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| There’s blood all on the ceiling
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| But the bodies laying on the floor
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| Fiending for a massacre
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| Triple six is in this hoe
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| I need dough, I need cash
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| I need guala, I need racks
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| I need cheese, I need green
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| I need money I’m a fiend
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| I count chips, I flip bricks
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| I fuck your bitch in my whip
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| Flick the wrist, cook the shit
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| Niggas know I stay equipped
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| I said fall off
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| These niggas don’t know I smoke too much
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| I need a cough drop
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| I pull up with the fucking cannon
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| Grab the sawed-off
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| I need that loot inside my hand
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| I’ll take your top off
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| I call my cousin then I tell him
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| At the drop off
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| You fake thugging all on Twitter
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| Youse a knock off
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| I need dough, I need cash
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| I need guala, I need racks
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| I need cheese, I need green
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| I need money I’m a fiend
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| I count chips, I flip bricks
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| I fuck your bitch in my whip
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| Flick the wrist, cook the shit
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| Niggas know I stay equipped |