| Bitch, what you say hoe
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| I don’t love your dog ass bitch
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| I never had love for a bitch, I’m about my money
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| Even if they murder me, I ain’t going nowhere
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| Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there
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| And I never had love for a nigga, I’m about my money
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| I’m a million dollar mack, that’s how I carry myself
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| And can’t no woman have my heart, cause I’m gon' marry myself
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| My first diss song that, yeah that use to be me
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| Every Sunday morning, and every Wednesday night I would be
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| At Crestmont Church of Christ, just my daddy and me
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| But I know he didn’t love me, because I was raised by the streets
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| Never took the time to teach me, bout the birds and the bees
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| Don’t even know if he was proud of me, for making A’s and B’s
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| West Fewquay and Ridgevan, made me a man
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| Took my first onion rocked it up, and I made me a grand
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| Seventeen years ago is just like yesterday, I remember it well
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| Young nigga going to school, working hustling
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| And living on the street, I was going through hell
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| And I’ve got no regrets, but I’m not finished yet
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| I know I’ve come along way, but it’s so far to go
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| And since, ain’t none of y’all motherfuckers helped Z-Ro
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| I never had love for a bitch, I’m about my money
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| Even if they murder me, I ain’t going nowhere
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| Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there
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| And I never had love for a nigga, I’m about my money
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| I’m a million dollar mack, that’s how I carry myself
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| And can’t no woman have my heart, cause I’m gon' marry myself
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| Y’all already know what, they want from me
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| Simply to see me B-R-O-K-E, and D-E-A-D
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| I can’t escape the H-A-T-E
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| My baby mamas make me wanna just, squeeze the trigger
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| Feeling like the world, don’t need me nigga
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| Seem like none of my daughters, hardly see me nigga
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| I’m sorry baby, you know your daddy crazy
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| Seem like your mama’s always, got a problem with Ro
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| I done put up with it long enough, I ain’t gon' take it no mo'
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| If I’m not appreciated, it’s time for me to go
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| I’d rather they file child support, I’ma just send the dough
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| Time is passing by, and I ain’t even there to see you grow
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| Life is hard but it’s fair, and I promise I’ma be there but uh
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| I never had love for a bitch, I’m about my money
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| Even if they murder me, I ain’t going nowhere
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| Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there
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| And I never had love for a nigga, I’m about my money
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| I’m a million dollar mack, that’s how I carry myself
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| And can’t no woman have my heart, cause I’m gon' marry myself
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| I’m laughing at y’all bitch niggas, like ah-ha
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| Mad at me, 'cause I’m in a Bentley when I slide by
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| Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacob, Gucci or Prada
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| Nobody but me, cuts slices out of my pie
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| I’m riding dirty, but my ride so clean
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| Like a pamper full of baby shit, and Irish Spring
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| Bitch, you ain’t nothing but a greasy split
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| Paying me money, the only way you can please me bitch
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| I’m a walking talking ass whipping, I’m the squab father
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| If it’s mo' than one nigga, that’s when I squab harder
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| Somebody need to be murdered, I got a job offer
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| I got that concrete, these other boy’s hard softer
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| My bitch get off the plane, you can get that hard off her
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| You could get that bottom, and that head bob off her
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| Before I love a bitch, I’m shopping for shoes
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| And all the bitch bread is mine, but the cock is for you ya trick
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| I never had love for a bitch, I’m about my money
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| Even if they murder me, I ain’t going nowhere
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| Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there
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| And I never had love for a nigga, I’m about my money
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| I’m a million dollar mack, that’s how I carry myself
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| And can’t no woman have my heart, cause I’m gon' marry myself |