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Nax got the recipe
It's a lot of people that cross they fingers
Niggas do the crime, post a video online
Thank God I wasn't born after 1999
She say I'm the one, like Penny and McGrady
I'm the real one, standing up, no Slim Shady
I ain't no peon, ain't no talkin' to me crazy
Two pistol charges got em beat like Earl Spence
How you talkin' money and you still don't make no sense
Plussah plussah boy, make another bag again
Thumbin' through them thousands, man, it's time to touch them M's
Jump up in that M, I ain't tryna ride Benz
Stay low-key, type it all in lowercase
I be out the way, ain't no suckas in my face
I'm just like the stars, I appear in the dark
We be movin' righteous middle finger to the law
Sippin' on Prosecco or tequila with my dawgs
If I'm doin' bad, best believe I need no company
I ain't never had to beg a bitch to come and fuck with me
Ain't no switchin' circles, still the same ones that came up with me
The same mouth that ask bite your hand all of suddenly
Started sayin' no, now nobody checkin' up on me
They be in they body but a nigga in my skin
Mr hundred plus, I wont give they ass a 10
All this dirty money, time to handle up again run it up again
Hell yeah, we gotta win
They be in they body but a nigga in my skin
Mr hundred plus, I wont give they ass a 10
All this dirty money, time to handle up again run it up again
Hell yeah, we gotta win
Tired of them thousands, man, it's time to touch them M's
Mr hundred plus, I wont give they ass a 10
All this dirty money, time to run it up again
Handle up again, hell yeah, we gotta win
Tired of them thousands, man, it's time to touch them M's
Mr hundred plus, I wont give they ass a 10
All this dirty money, time to run it up again
Handle up again, hell yeah, we gotta win