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My favorite sound is the money counter beepin Lord knows ima hustler
All these women schemin Lord knows I dont trust em
We went thru hard times before the glory comes the stuggle
Now i'm thumbin' thru these racks on a mission to make em double
We let these niggas sleep and went and got into my duffle
Now every verse is like a brick
Know I'm raw we keep em coming back
Got two 9's on me now I feel like warren sapp
My nigga all about they bucks we tryna touch a sack
Im In wide body big enough for both lanes
Whippin thru the traffic reminicing bout the old days
Double stuffed the backwood I was rollin up to old wayne
Money on my mind I need a milli like its 08
Aint nobody else thats cut like dis
This that dope in a pot add u some water then whip
In the city that im from the love harder to get
That's why we keep them hammers on us like its part of the fit
You can luv the streets but they wont luv u back
You can hug the block but it wont hug u back
Im tryna tell u now cuz they aint tell me that
They aint tell me that nah
Im tryna tell u that
You can luv the streets but they wont luv u back
You can hug the block but it wont hug u back
Im tryna tell u now cuz they aint tell me that
They aint tell me that nah
Pressure Makes Diamonds
Got to mix the work with perfect timing nigga
We from the bottom
Aint nobody give us shit we still went and got it
Now we what's popping
Aint no stopping nigga