Lyrics:
the counter run it, love the money sound
Hand cock that shit in they face Ray, they actin' funny style, yeah
Went through the money counter, let me thumb it
a lot, but feel like I ain't did enough
Just don't play with him, I'm still having plenty bucks
Compact 45, hit like a semi truck
I heard your new shit
one day down the line he'd be my first influence
Uh yeah next came 50 Cent and G-Unit
That's when I fell in love with music
Nothing's been the same I've
this fucking hip hop
I’m in that tip top no flip flop I get gwap
I'm sharper than razor and I’m cooler than a cool pop
Nasty by nature, my chain like
a glizzy, this shit holding 50, you know I ain't comin' to fight
The 30 for curry, you know I ain't worried, we leavin' them buried tonight
I show niggas
Oh, yeah, son, this right here, go hard
Tuned up
Iceberg wanna bag, bitch
I bring the fire
Real hot n***a shit
I'm what she desire
Fifty shades
the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my
What we're?
Too Damn Hype
And alright
And pump it up y'all
Too Damn Hype
And come on
Say what, say what?
Too Damn Hype
That's alright
Come on,
get up out of debt
N Even tho u stressed u still gotta do ur best
Cuz where I come from it's a luxury to be depressed
I learn that shit from 50 cent
I got the game by the throat like a dog collar
You know this shit is purer than some raw powder
And you can talk, but the moves you make talk louder
hear me
And that's only monthly, let's see what I do yearly
Painting pictures for you girl I hope you see them clearly
Uh, I wouldn't rap about no sleaze
yeah yeah huh let's do it
By the way I'm striking take a nigga down
Don't play round get filled with them rounds
Having bags come get you a pound
We
Yeah (yeah) turn that shit up some
Nah mean?
I want to feel it in my soul my nigga
Gotta give these niggas that
Gospel ya feel me machine, bitch
Uh-huh, uh, ooh, damn, baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this? Ha, it's that Star Trak
Clipse (get down), So
Uh-huh, uh, ooh, damn, baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this? Ha, it's that Star Trak
Clipse (get down), So
Uh, let's get it
This for my dawgs layin' down the road
Real teammate
Don't mind playin' down the road
This for my guys that done
Died for diamonds
Walk in the store coppin' everything
Got a heavy charm and got a heavy chain
You can't play with a bitch gotta let it bang
Made a smooth 50K off
might waste me I'm a hunted bitch like ghostly
it be a nigga close to me that take me
All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's
Pitchin' wolf tickets, bet we pay yo ass in chin checks
Hustle till the well is dry, that mean it ain't a cent left
Yes what I reply when they askin' me if
give that shit some soul
And you serve it to the game
It's so hard to tell us no
Give money over bitches
That's polite as it can get
All Gs in this
Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid mothefuckers don't get me,
Now take a look inside my mind
That Pen' time made
short but still motherfuck the DA
We play by the rules as they try and crack the code
Combination lock to the kilos that I hold
Leopard print
die with em
Leaving stretcher holes
Bro just caught a body oh my fault lets keep that on the low
Heard niggas out they body stop the dissing and just
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm living like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm living like that
Yo
I never
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