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800 dollar denim what I put on my waist
With a ten inch dick ask how much she can take
(Yo bitch wanna fuck)
I'm tryna make 10 bands do gymnastics
do smaggle cops watchin grabed by custom how they trace
Somewhere they maze life situations amaze case
Hook(x2)
Always
represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think,
With twenty dollars in the pocket of some old jeans
Came across a few salesmen that sold dreams
But we wasn't gon quit uh uh by no means
We started
smile and he says ten cents
Now I said boss how come to you to charge me a dollar for the rose
And you charged the young lady only ten cents
Then he
like coup Deville
Lucy get loose on the goose for real
Five dollars get your ass a table dance
If you got 10 then bring a friend
Ho shake your ass
I'm in the zone
Ejo kgane keng jho
You still in your feelings on X&O's (Yeah, yeah you still on your X&O's)
Im pushed by the motive to fatten my pockets
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
Still not a factor making me nervous, I'm a survivor
Could last on the planet deserted
Pass the word like a ten thousand dollar pyramid scheme
Changing
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
I was eating hot wings in california
Mom bought them for me only ten whole dollars
I was working working for the hotel lobby
Trying the bosses
on wheel
Just me and the highway, with time for a surreal feel
The world's changin' faster than a ten-dollar mule on fire
Robots in the cotton fields,
on wheel
Just me and the highway, with time for a surreal feel
The world's changin' faster than a ten-dollar mule on fire
Robots in the cotton fields,
Yeah x8
Aye, Its AUS10
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be
On top
So that mean I can't stop
So I gotta go hard
Cause I got it on lock
Cause I got it
heals to concrete
For my bruh and them
Go a hunnid ten
Couple months go by
I really upped my pen
So ima double down
Write another hit
Ain't gon lie
Work
Shame if you're trynna run game on us
Trynna stack paper to the stars
The exchange will stay dollars
And if the appeals's not change
I'm unbothered,
moving fast we moving slow (Huh)
Moving more
By the pound who need to know (Uh)
Oo all cross the globe
Cross they mind I'm crossing dollars and dough
All I
Ten million dollars later I'm a blessing, nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing, nigga
Glock-40, Smith & Wesson, nigga
Streets will never ever
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
up
Yea we smoke by the pound
Stayed ten toes down
When they counted me out
You missed out
Baby girl I’m the talk of the town
Bass so loud that it’s
a big red pocket
Flyin' high by the time the band comes on
I'm loaded, got a fist full of cash
I'm rollin' just filed her up with gas
I'm goin'
Keep my name out your mu'fuckin' mouth
(out yo' mouth) 3X cause I was raised in
The motherfuckin' south (in the south)
Keep my name out your
from hell in a cell to be able to live
I went from poor to wealth and I hate this
A Dollar and a Dream it ain't always what it seems
So be careful what
them bands moving her body want me to spend em
So I throw a couple dollars but the rest is getting hidden
Said i love it when you pull up on me trynna
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