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counting some green
Seen some numbers dat you wouldn't believe
We was broke so i couldn't perceive
Now i get it, it's the lil things
Now i get its that money

Boys kickin back layin in the shade 
Aint nobody trippin cuz the tithes already paid
Boys kickin back layin in the shade 
Boys kickin back layin in

back
Cause she got addicted like crack
Just like its New Jack
Pookie been smoking that smack
I need the Milians
I know love don't cost no thing
Got money

pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this

he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that

(shoot it out)
Aim this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (grr)

Shoot it out, gun down (gun 'em down)
Runnin' round, run it back (yeah)
Dick her down,

You ain't make it if yo brotha still up in the pin up

Still Black

Even if I'mma make it, I'm bringing all my shit back
Yeah I'm bringing all my shit

a witness
(Sit back)
Talk went south and now he tryna say
I’m not worried about my chickens
(Wack)
What you owed me I counted
Don’t worry bout it nigga Ima

(anooo ther)
One like me
I am an extinct
What is a G today
Don't mind me
Cause lil ole me
Is throwing out G's today
Back to the seat that you slumped down

respect
I'm bringing educated street niggas back in effect
It's full circle like when me and brodie put our tax brackets together
We doubled up like Nipsey

to work, we in overtime
Back in blood, you got to pay for it
If I got the Glock
Run away Forrest
Your mom and Grammy got to pray for you
My chopper sing like

Pickin her up right by the cheeks (cheeks)
Runnin it up like I wear cleats (runnin it up, cleats)
A connoisseur, she lovin the meats (yeah, meats)
Show me

93 Oktane
Still up, can't sleep, fuck sleep
I been going crazy going bat shit
Lil bitch if I hit it I bat shit
Got back on my rhythm
Tapped back In

ain't tricking if you got it what I heard lil bih
Commas steady coming bitch I'm running up a check
Imma card swiper Ian big on flashing bands
Try to rob

What did I just spy with my lil eye
I caught a fuck nigga tryna pray for my demise
Slow it down lil baby we gon catch 'em by suprise
How I'm feel

LYRICS – WANT THE FEE

It’s like Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice (It’s So Cold!) [4x’s] Yeah, Yeah
|Hook|
IM ICE LIKE T LIL NIGGA/ FLOW MAKE

Been caught up in the wrong direction
Wanna move but it's too damn fast
When if will i ever be ready
Past fades but i want it back

Said i taste

All them lil white babies runnin' 'round my block ya

See me see me now I'm runnin up by thousands
Catch you with ya dogs you don't act the same with

My shoe laces tied im fully prepared so Dont Trip 
Dat Lil hoe throw It back Watch me catch It Dont nobody care if its yo bitch 

I thought I told ya

irritating
Told my momma I'd be out by now
I kinda hate it
Father said he'll let me loose
Then he gone find me later
I'm high as fuck up off this
Earl

effect)

Took her home an nutted too quick (It's cool)
Her boyfriend coming home soon
Gotta move
Not tryn get caught up
With a nigga who bitch I fucked

cashed the check polluted by pyrex
Scales the way it weights
Razor blades and bags
I met PittBull once
I even met Cypress Hill
Fat Joe and Noriega
Hella

know how to make a dance, twenty-two just for the pants
Ho, quit lying, bitch, you a fan, if it's you, I want the head
I fell back on sellin' meds, I'm

myself
Look I ain't shit
I ain't neva gone be shit
I can't believe these niggas saying we ain't spinning
About Lil' Jizz behind him

Yeah, we finna get it