Casino
Psyche ASSA
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I cash out like casino, I got money on me like Rio Yeah, I collect that by my Vlone Stack up the cheese handin' out them kilo's Play boy mansion but this ain for free hoe Get a discount if you show you a freak hoe Talkin' bout home but this ain't no depot I ball like three f*ck a free throw shoot like D Rose Bank account got a whole lot of commas and zero's And the way I'm talked about would've thought I'm the neighborhood hero But I'm not, I'm the murder man, murder man, murder man, murder man, got a plan Yeah, yeah I got jit's who I know that'll murder If you f*ck with us we put you on a stretcher When I dive in her you know I make her wetter I got ice on me you better wear your sweater That's cause I'm better, bitch I'm better, cause I'm better Oh you know I'm better, rackin' up my cheddar I'ma go get it if I don't have it then I'ma take it, but if I have it then I wont Yeah I'm breaking down doors I'm breaking down barriers especially if the opp's drop the low You know we gon' creep in fee-fi-foe But they'll never know cause we got kill tec's with suppressors on them Yeah we run up in that crib like woah Stack them bodies, stack them bodies up Kill streak lil boy you better get it up If you ain't feelin' hyper pop a molly pick you up But don't you forget about them opp's you keep that sticky tucked I cash out like casino, I got money on me like Rio Yeah, I collect that by my Vlone Stack up the cheese handin' out them kilo's Pla boy mansion but this ain for free hoe Get a discount if you show you a freak hoe Talkin' bout home but this ain't no depot I ball like three f*ck a free throw shoot like D Rose Bank account got a whole lot of commas and zero's And the way I'm talked about would've thought I'm the neighborhood hero But I'm not, I'm the murder man, murder man, murder man, murder man, got a plan Yeah, yeah Collect all the bands, then I hop up in the benz Yeah you know I ride around with that brand new FN That's my only friend, that's my only friend Like brand new FN can you pop all of my opp's That's the definition of stick talk Run up on me boy get your shit popped Boy that's a drum mag hundred in the clip don't you get me pissed off Yeah, a whole lot of opp's eatin' bullets they gettin' fat Rick Ross Whole lot of people wanna be like me but they don't got the sauce
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