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And then everybody from different places
Milwaukee, St. Louis
Detroit, Texas
Atlanta, Cali

Once I get to flickin my bic what Wayne say ?
Ay, I'm chasing

Tryna get a lil' roll on a ten-speed (ayy)
Last nigga died when he dissed me
Make a nigga fly like a frisbee (ayy)

Cut the ho off, I ain't fuckin'

Comin' Up

Pimp C

Greatest Hits

2008

real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold

Comin' Up

Pimp C

Southern Smoke, Vol. 17: The Texas Mixtape Massacre

2006

real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold

(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich

I gave it a lil thot Meitrips hella mad he coming for your spot
I don't give a damn cause you matter to me not
My gang by my side click pow get you

a pussy lil' nigga
Doh know who have yuh gassed
School only take yuh so far
More to life than a pass
Cause what I learn out in these streets
Dem couldn't

Do It All Again

Memphis Bleek

M.A.D.E.

2003

and my mama did it all by herself
She sayin' the same pray, listen
You hear when she whisper
I get the chance I fix her, days the I slipped her
And my

Young Boy

Clipse

Lord Willin'

2002

told ya we was rich"
How I turned out let it be no surprise
When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to their eyes
See, my family got a history

rich, I be storin' bands (storin' bands)
Me, I just be coolin' out (uh)
I let the money dance (I let the money dance)
I got that .40 up in my pants
I

humble lil bitch
Bro got a F I pray to God he don't get caught with no stick
Got too much real shit going on i won't get caught with no bitch
That hundred

at the end, nigga, that's Eddie Kane
I feel like Pac when he dropped Makaveli
I feel like double-O-seven Lil Wayne
I don't give a fuck about ice and no chain

(woo)
Shooters on go, let a slug blam you (uh huh)
And all morning, lil' homie passin' out drug samples
My bitch don't rock no Fashion Nova shit or no

Back on Your Mind

Skipper

Sincerely Yours

2014

that's never gonna die
I stay on my grind, I stay on my grind

Back on your mind
I love the cash and I say that all the time
I been on my G, since Lil

the floor
He say that "Mane, I gotta move smarter
If I wanna raise a daughter, lil bro, I can't do this shit no more"
Givin' the ghetto hope just through my

on cash app 
And You be fuckin her for free And I can't do that 
Protected by them ghetto angels like I'm no cap 
And you can't say that you a shooter you

No Mentions Lyrics

Hook:
Don't need no friends cause nigga my friends dead . 
Don't never share my shit & be like lil bro that be weird

This is how I'm living tryna get rich
Gone remember these days when I couldn't get a bitch
Same skinny lil nigga wit his tooth chipped
Am I doing it

and go buy some jewelry? (Jewelry)
That one hurt to see (damn)
And by the end of the song, they gon' try to murder me
And if they do, I hope my fans

on you Lil punk and call your bluff
Still never hating still gonna shine
Still forever forward with my money on my mind
Still Northern Cali still South

die?!

Judging books by covers you could die scary
Man the truth is that it ain't in Libraries
That's why I keep a cross like Stephon Marbury
Man these

a lil head
Big key is the meaning bitch I said what I said
Bitch I'm not Amber Heard shit on the floor not the bed
I been feeling real rich so call me

Cloth seats
In an old civic
Think
Dear Lord
When I'm gon get it
I mean shit
Who don't wanna be rich
I ain't asking for a lot
Just want a lil bit

nah
Young Bruce Wayne out the bat cave
Facts
City on my back like my last name, facts
Since a lil' soldier I been going in
Way before Only Fans,