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I got blood on my hands, bleach can't even clean this off
Diamond chain around my neck cost more than a brick of dog
I don't care if it's my cousin, cross that line, you gotta die
Won't respect no fuckin' leg shots, that ain't no homicide
They told me get back in my bag, but I never got out of it
I shoot this bitch, all neck, Peja Stojaković
And I could lead you to the check, but I can't make you get it
Quanny with no money, that's like the ocean with no fishes (uh)
My bitch super bad, look like a bag of money
Blew a check in the mall, I'm ballin' like the Raptors, dummy (uh, uh)
I wake up, and I go get it, baby, 'cause I'm a real go getter
You wake up, look inside the mirror, and you see a broke nigga
You should be embarrassed
Call your jeweler, you need a bigger chain (uh, uh, uh)
Real certified chicken getter, that's how I got my name
Niggas claimin' they gettin' money, I think they all the same (pussy)
I'ma hang my jersey up and go straight to the Hall of Fame (uh, uh)
Bad bitches ask for autographs when they see my face (uh, uh)
Big body Benz, I can't even fit it inside the parking space
You went broke, and you start pullin' stunts
You just an action figure (what the fuck?)
Ask about Sosa in them trenches, I went platinum, nigga
And I got money buried underground just for a rainy day
Million dollars in all jewelry, nigga, I'm one chain away
Think you slick, but you ain't slick, you can't finesse a real finesser
Bitch, my pockets bustin', they like the Nutty Professor (huh, whoo, huh)
(Bitch, my pockets bustin', they like the Nutty Professor)
I got blood on my hands, bleach can't even clean this off
Diamond chain around my neck cost more than a brick of dog
I don't care if it's my cousin, cross that line, you gotta die
Won't respect no fuckin' leg shots, that ain't no homicide
They told me get back in my bag, but I never got out of it
I shoot this bitch, all neck, Peja Stojaković
And I could lead you to the check, but I can't make you get it
Quanny with no money, that's like the ocean with no fishes (uh)
My bitch super bad, look like a bag of money
Blew a check in the mall, I'm ballin' like the Raptors, dummy (uh, uh)
I wake up, and I go get it, baby, 'cause I'm a real go getter
You wake up, look inside the mirror, and you see a broke nigga
And you should be embarrassed
Call yo' jeweler, you need a bigger chain (uh, uh, uh)
Real certified chicken getter, that's how I got my name
Niggas claimin' they gettin' money, I think they all the same (pussy)
I'ma hang my jersey up and go straight to the Hall of Fame (uh, uh)
Bad bitches ask for autographs when they see my face (uh, uh)
Big body Benz, I can't even fit it inside the parking space
You went broke, and you start pullin' stunts
You just an action figure (what the fuck?)
Ask about Sosa in them trenches, I went platinum, nigga
And I got money buried underground just for a rainy day
Million dollars in all jewelry, nigga, I'm one chain away
Think you slick, but you ain't slick, you can't finesse a real finesser
Bitch, my pockets bustin', they like the Nutty Professor (huh, whoo, huh)
(Bitch, my pockets bustin', they like the Nutty Professor)