| Quarter Million Dollars
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| Quarter Million Dollars
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| Quarter Million Dollars
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| Quarter Million Dollars in a Duffle Bag (turnup)
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| Quarter Million Dollars in a Duffle Bag (mhmmm)
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| Would drop the top but this car too fast
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| 260 on the dash and my foot on the gas
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| Red and blue lights, mean 12 on my ass (hell nah I ain’t stopping)
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| I got bodies, come here let me talk some knowledge
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| Baby girl pussy got mileage, creep low when I’m moving in silence
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| All of my niggas be dangerous, all of my niggas got brains to bust
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| All of my niggas some …
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| All of my niggas move silent, ATK menace to society
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| Can’t say Ace stop the violence, Police say Ace too violent
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| Got niggas on the block selling molly
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| I drip too hard no stylist, Jay be on 23 island
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| Got 2 bad bitches, I’m gangbanging
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| Bitch I want the top, they giving me brain
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| Pop 2, now I’m wide awake
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| And it just kicked in, I’m moving insane
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| Off with his top, I want his brain
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| Back on the block, that’s part of the game
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| Murder on my mind, they gon feel this pain
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| I’ma catch him at the club, no Charlemagne
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| Brand new Blicky, you know it’s a murder when it’s up in them dickies
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| Told em come and get me, you know I aint hiding, bitch you know that I’m wit it
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| Ask them who run the city, they gon say Ace cause they know I’m the slickest
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| I got Duvon behind me, can’t let em down, they know I’ma go get it
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| Quarter Million Dollars in a Duffle Bag, (mhmmm)
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| Would drop the top but this car too fast (mhmmm)
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| 260 on the dash and my foot on the gas (mhmmm)
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| Red and blue lights, mean 12 on my ass (hell nah I ain’t stopping)
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| I got Whitney, Sydney, screaming out who I smoke
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| I don’t play, tennis, back and forth, I won’t go
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| Every car I got know that shit done cost me
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| These opps on fade, pages find a way to follow me
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| Gang be sluttin they sisters, bag on his head they book him
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| I give 'em the eye and they shoot' em
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| Quarterback on em feel like Newton
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| Prescription got me drugged up, my heart must have no love
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| (Talkin that shit, I blast em) (homicide, let a fuck nigga test ya)
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| Lean over, codeine in my system
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| I see three niggas, but I’m aiming in the middle
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| I got purple, Amiri, (wait)
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| Hol' up wait my drip too serious
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| Certified millionaire clearly, I don’t want a fuck nigga near me
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| She wanna argue, I don’t wanna hear it
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| Brand new AP, hope time heal me
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| Convicted felon, but it’s concealed
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| Know some niggas in the court, some still in the fields (damn)
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| Quarter Million Dollars in my Duffle Bag, (in the Duffle Bag) (mhmmm)
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| Would drop the top but this car too fast (mhmmm)
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| 260 on the dash and my foot on the gas (mhmmm)
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| Red and blue lights, mean 12 on my ass (that's a 12) (hell nah I ain’t stopping)
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| I got Quarter Million Dollars in a Duffle Bag (mhmmm)
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| (Quarter Million Dollars in a Duffle Bag)
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| (Quarter Million Dollars in a Duffle Bag)
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| I got Quarter Million Dollars in a Duffle Bag (mhmmm) |