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Alright, man, we ain't talkin' bout slidin' on nothin, man
Only thing we slidin' on is paper, nigga
Only thing I'm gettin' is paper cuts out this bitch countin' all this motherfuckin' money
Fuck you niggas talkin' bout, ain't got time to be thinkin' bout no niggas, man
Only thing I'm beefin' with is the money, nigga
If the money gon' come, we gon' come on time I'm mad
Uh, that's how it really go
Mixin' up the pink and blues, money lookin' indigo
You ain't know, most these niggas out here, they be really ho
Ten band-aids, I just slid on Wells Fargo
Coupe, go too fast, I was in sport, dodgin' potholes
My OG still bustin' down P's, dodgin' narcos
When I run into the bag, I be gettin' cardio
Better speed it up, lil' nigga, you ain't runnin' fast enough
I be smokin' to the face, niggas still passin' blunts
Maskin' up in your bitch, why you goin' maskin' up
Crashin' out, risk your life over a zip, what's that about
I be tryin' to count the cash, make sure it's the right amount
Paper cuts, you can see, I don't need no money machine
Pink, blue, I don't give a fuck if it's comin' green
I see these niggas down bad, lower than your self-esteem
I see that you up and help your mans, that's a selfish team
Cappin' in your last song, talkin' bout your bezel bling
Bring the tester out, these niggas faker than some wrestling
Greedy soul, OCA bubble vest when the city cold
Keep ten freaky girls, ha
Flatout been the same nigga, mad that I ain't change with em
Only thing that changed is the fact that I don't bank with em
Mad that I don't hang with em
Damn, but I ain't slowin, now they anger showin
Now he got his stainless showin
Damn, Flatout ain't goin
Why the fuck these niggas silver spoon
Started as a rich kid, now these niggas turnin' goon
And I fuck with Crips, don't be mad that I be burnin' blues
That nigga chain fake, that's why the fuck his neck be turnin' blue
Mad I fucked his bitch, but she don't never let me turn her loose
Damn, my heart cold, I had to cover it with a silver goose
I don't shoot no Billy Blanks, but I keep a Benji blue
You don't keep it man-to-man, how I'ma take it up with you
Threw that nigga a no look, a crazy dime and bucket blue
I was the same that put you on, now it's like, who the fuck is you
See how a nigga change fast when it ain't benefittin' you
Caught a pistol charge when a nigga hit his pinnacle
You done did me wrong, so I don't care what they did to you
Can you keep it solid in that jam when shit get critical
On the real, I ain't got time to hate, I'm a busy dude
Knowin' why they call me Road Runna, I run the city snooze
Uh, that's how it really go
Mixin' up the pink and blues, money lookin' indigo
You ain't know, most these niggas out here, they be really ho
Ten band-aids, I just slid on Wells Fargo
Coupe, go too fast, I was in sport, dodgin' potholes
My OG still bustin' down P's, dodgin' Narcos
When I run into the bag, I be gettin' cardio
Better speed it up, lil' nigga, you ain't runnin' fast enough
One, two, three, you movin' slow, let me add it up
Had to vacuum seal it four times when we bag it up
Like my nigga stay up in the field, he be padded up
I can't hang with no lazy niggas, you ain't fast enough
You ain't fast enough