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PËËZY

Uh, yea ay Twenty thousand dollars for this ice link Thirty thousand for the plain Rolex Twenty thousand dollars in my right pocket Sipping codeine, I don't drink Moet Thirty-five hundred for my outfit Wear the shit once and I don't go back Been balling and I'm still balling, nigga I ain't never gotta post a throwback We do Hellcats, not the scat packs Hunnid thousand in the Louis backpack Hustlers don't sleep, we take cat naps She goin' fuck me for the cheese That's a rat trap All these niggas talk about is guns And how they drill shit I be on that money shit, tryna get a mil shit Tryna ride Bentley's with the matching On the hill shit pussy boy When I ain't have no money I was still rich Killed the parking lot Somebody call the paramedics I'm passing out cheese Tell that hoe don't miss her blessing These niggas crazy I don't think they get the message When is he goin' ever fall off? Nigga never Niggas stalk my Instagram page and Be mad I'm rich Seen my number in his bitch phone And he had a fit I can turn four to six ounces That's a magic trick Probably can't relate to me if you Ain't never had a brick motivate the ghetto Give the real niggas hope Bout that money, it's whatever All the real niggas know We can get whatever if we stick together Get your shit together You don't like me? I feel the same, bitch Let's kill each other Ride through the hood low key In some exotic shit Five years ago I had the crib on metropolitan Gotta serve these niggas third person They be hot as shit Only thing these rap niggas did was Suck a lot of dick When you level up you gotta move different I be over niggas heads, I gotta school niggas I just cooked a half a chicken Give me two minutes Let it dry, cause if you bag It while it's wet it'll lose, nigga All I got is money on my schedule, baby All my bitches bad, I ain't regular, baby V-12 on the Benz This ain't a regular Mercedez Shit, what else did you expect? Boy I came from the 80s it's time to boss up, I Don't hear these niggas, tell 'em talk up Bitches know it's money in the Room when I walk up Ain't no more lean in the city We drunk it all up When you see me with them coffee cups It ain't Starbucks The bag came in now we break dancing Boy, this water watch jiggin' And the chain dancing Four or five different drugs In the same cabinet Don't compare me to these niggas Cause they ain't havin' When you see us in the club Know them heaters in the place I can still count a dub with A sheet over my face Hit my line for them bows We the cheapest in the state All these niggas jealous of me I could see it in they face I just pulled up to the show To get the back end I just popped a Percocet, I feel like Batman I just hit yo main bitch and her bestfriend I got five hundred, bitch Give me a lap dance I been all over the world, bitch I'm tapped in show you how to chop a brick I'm like Jack Chan I just paid a thousand dollars For some black pants Got the utmost respect for the crackheads Nigga Uh, let the beat ride out, Dave yea

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