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MoneyPosse
Oh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
Bands up (bands up), man down (man down)
Why my bro watch my back? 'Cause the streets foul
Hands up (hands up), on the ground (on the ground)
Got the police knocking at your mama house (knock, knock)
Bands up (bands up), man down (man down)
Why my bro watch my back? 'Cause the streets foul
Hands up (hands up), on the ground (on the ground)
Got the police knocking at your mama house (knock, knock)
Used to catch the bus to school, now I'm catching neck from you lil' boo
I just bought me some new shoes, Ed Hardy my jeans, this is not True
Shout out my bro KirbLaGoop
We 'bout to beef, but we sippin' that fruit
I mixed the coke with the xan, doing my dance on top of the moon
Hol' up, wait, why is these niggas so fake?
Back in the day they would hate
Now they trying to eat off of my plate
You is funny little bitch
Got a model on my dick
Wifing that ugly little bitch
Ew, yuck, gross, sick
Bands up (bands up), man down (man down)
Why my bro watch my back? 'Cause the streets foul
Hands up (hands up), on the ground (on the ground)
Got the police knocking at your mama house
Knock knock, who's that?
Go through the back, better hide your pack
You ain't getting back, adios
Team mat cross the track, who gon' ride who?
Its all on, it's all on me
Ski mask professor, I ain't here to trick-or-treat
I got freaks to meet, hella hoes to geek
Make 'em run a scrip, write my grip, check the street
I don't trust a soul, nah
I don't trust a soul 'cause I know that they be telling
They gon' snitch up in they folk
I ain't even 'posed to be in here right now
I was supposed to be in penitentiary, six feet underground