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We ain't talkin' murder scene 'cause that's
This shit get brutal 'bout that money, nigga
Nigga talkin' murder scene
Yeah
Look, yup
Soon as that bitch come on, I just, "Yup"
Look, yeah
I was already rich before I started rappin'
I threw a 30 in a-, and it start slappin'
I can talk about a murder scene, but it get graphic
Proceed with caution, I'm in traffic where it get trashy
Stuff the ARP in ERD, nigga, let's talk fashion
The AMG package make the Benz go faster
Mr. Lick Lasher, all the bad hoes after
I'ma hit her, then pass her, money come a little faster
We gettin' money over here, you need to come and get you some
Feel like Valentine's Day, I can see and feel the love
7- 1- L- Co, I'm on the road with Chewy son
These niggas mad, fightin air 'cause me and Jim run the dubs (okay)
Play sports and get high, Lamar Odom (come on)
Wrap my hands around they throat, then I choke 'em (facts)
If it cost to be the boss, then what's the total? (Where?)
Play runners, we from the ghetto, but we global (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm back up in that mode again (yo)
Don't let me catch a nigga lackin', I'ma score again
Police get behind the 'Cat, tell Brodie, "Floor it, then"
These niggas broke, they can't even up a lil' ten
Bitch, pulled to the club with all Dracs
Niggas wishin' they could keep up with us, but they know they can't
I got somethin' on my hip that's gon' hit harder than a tank
I ain't never seen them niggas on the plane or at the bank
Life of movie camera rollin', tell them niggas, "Take this"
I ain't grappin' niggas no more 'cause they be rockin' fake kicks
My advice to all these youngings, catch a case, don't say shit
Brand new gleek, put a 30 on it, I'm on some game shit
Take the stack, put shit flat, it's some bodies in the dirt
Hoes say I'm stuck up in my ways, I'm rude like my shirt
Put me in a bitch purse and she just bless me with her church
1 Umbrella, home team, one of these niggas feelin' cursed
He wanna slide with us, so we crashin'
Bank City, threw a tractor in a piece before we packin'
Huh, huh, huh, we don't get grabbed, nigga, we do the grabbin'
He ain't nobody, we was in traffic and he passed us
Huh, spank him, then we spin, throw off, that's my fadeaway
Took him on his first lick like it's Trini Day
You ain't never slid three times in a day
Once my brothers fake somethin', I just hope it take the pain away