Mr.International (feat. G-MIKE)
TD Tha Mac
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Mr.International Havin Cash NewWe$t MoneyBags Haters hate you mad Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man I'm Mr. International life is like A crash course Niggas want beef boy I'll give you What you ask for it's either him or Me Sipping Champagne and Hennessey I'm on my Pac tip when i ride on my Enemies I'm Mr. International life is like a Crash course Niggas want beef boy I'll give you What you ask for it's either him or Me I'm in the trap spot rollin belly blunts Wit a Chocolate Keisha off belly With a belly gun yeah Tattooed on her face but kind of sexy Huh yeah On the phone with the plug he Jamaican huh yeah Diamonds in my ears and my Bracelets huh all gold Trinidad Sliding in Mercedes huh Benz Out here making ends f*ck friends Only got a few of them niggas know How to pretend damn I guess they only call you when they Need it And I'm the type to call it how I see it and I don't really need it My momma be like boy you need Some Jesus Cuz a nigga fresh to death, thank the Lord and grab the heater everyday In the kitchen just whipping it like a Chemist Avoiding niggas that's frivolous Acting just like some bitches A player plays his position and never Knocked off his pivot Potential snitches be wit it Until they find out that sentence Nigga Baby I'm a businessman, all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man I'm Mr.International, life is like A crash course Niggas want beef boy, I'll give you What you ask for, it's either him or Me Sipping Champagne and Hennessey I'm on my Pac tip when i ride on my Enemies I'm Mr.International, life is like a Crash course Niggas want beef boy, I'll give you what you ask for, it's either him or Me All eyes on my Legacy I wonder when they bury me a G, Who gone carry me when I'm gone Cuz my circle so small I'd rather be Alone Gun came wit a safety button, I don't Leave it on damn My bitch look like Nia Long from First Friday I'm on the 110 getting head on the Highway These niggas Politicking still ain't Make it out the driveway I went from nickel and dime weight, To needing y'all weight Trying to go from look at tht Wraith To peep my Wraith Tired of braking into your safe to Feed my safe yeah Young EastSide baby's in this bitch She said, judging by your lingo I can Tell that you're a Crip I said fuc the judge and D.A cuz I Never gave a shit I just blew a couple thousand on Some medicated shit Shit, niggas in the pen talking bout Turf wars Ya baby momma in the Hood ryding on surfboards nigga damn Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man I'm Mr.International life is like A crash course Niggas want beef boy I'll give you What you ask for it's either him or Me Sipping Champagne and Hennessey I'm on my Pac tip when i ride on my Enemies I'm Mr.International life is like a Crash course Niggas want beef boy I'll give you What you ask for it's either him or Me I just want the cash Baby where tha stash On dat ass I'll pass for now But later I'll smash im a dog on dat Ass Young fly ass Business man havin cash On my pac shit Bomb first on my enemies Bomb lil bitch on my hip Bitch roll tha weed I ain't neva lost suka All I know is succeed Homie on the line, Mac inn What tha lick read? Fuk a bitch mean I ain't clean I'm lit Might take a trip Worldwide I'm sick Get ya money don't trip Don't trip get ya money Ain't a damn thing funny Sometimes it ugly it ain't always Sunny We just lost another homie Life is just a crash course, buckle up Brodie Choking on cake, eyes low, feeling Holy Haters gone hate, fuk I feel like Kobe Going out shooting Muthafukas Don't know me Baby I'm a businessman, all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man I'm Mr. International, life is like A crash course Niggas want beef boy, I'll give you What you ask for, it's either him or Me Sipping Champagne and Hennessey I'm on my Pac tip when i ride on my Enemies I'm Mr.International, life is like a Crash course Niggas want beef boy, I'll give you What you ask for, it's either him or Me
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Written by: Alrick Bainton, Michael Collins
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