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My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough
Floss around like kingpins in a rag 5-0
Can't nuthin' touch us - cause we's a
Tight-ass click
the money by myself (I got it)
I don't need help with them bands (I got it)
God, I can handle my enemies (I got it)
Just protect me from my friends (he got
stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only
aint scared of nothin
Because I got my thang my thang my thang
Hear that bitch go boom
Boom [5x]
You hear them gun's like boom
Boom [5x]
Yeah
They like
a check
30 million for tha jet
Yea I earned my respect
Yea I earned my respect
Got a rich nigga posture
And all my diamonds they be dancin
Killa scene
quiet i said, "Fuck it"
Hit the shower like a jackpot
The weed got my teeth
Off-white like crack rock
Toothbrush from the 99 cent store
I got a million
shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by
Going back to back ian talkin bout drake
Feelin like baby got sum to prove
Only 16 got sum to lose
They follow me tryna do what I do
Gotta stay alert
cents, bunch of sweets, nigga
Royal Manor with the pleats, nigga
Yeah, I'm really 'bout to pull up to the cake right now, now, now
Yeah, tell this girl
(Hook)
I been feelin Sad & Down i dont know what to do
i was always taking perkys just to better up my mood
trappin in the bathroom was sellin in tha
doors up
Tha deal get better shoppin wit me
Not unless you gone front
Hol on
"eta 5min til the truckload come
Til tha truck load come"
(Iight)
Bringin
These niggas be weird, they loving satan
Yeah you know we gotta pray to god over here cause you know (on god)
I ride with tha fi-, tha five
But this shit
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
show you my mind
For the past 5 years of my life
Tell me where the fuck have you been
Choosing, the loose ends
Goddamn you’re so ruthless
Got me feeling
Seeing the signs
Leaving behind
Any bullshit I see ya feelin tha drive
When I'm cruising around
The roof could be down
I got nothin but love some will hate
stand fo' (Aye!)
[Chorus] + (Killa's Ad-Libs)
They know who it is nigga..
Run it!
[Killa]
I got tha diamonds pressin up against the woodgrain wheel
be like
Ride like
Get high like
Make cheese like
The motherfuckin Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit em?
The motherfuckin Three 6, hoe you got
to be like
Ride like
Get high like
Make cheese like
The motherfuckin Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit em?
The motherfuckin Three 6, hoe you got
the cracks by habit, that's a position that I done mastered
Exercise my mind, if they got questions, I got answers
Stand to scrape to the sky, 'cause my
Option the spring cleaner popular being seen
Talking candy I was thinking
Of aquamarine green serve by the empties
Throw it out tha window
I got work
to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
Robbed so many niggas I got a ticket on my head
New boy on tha block, so you know my pistol be jerkin'
You
Pull up the trunk is not in the rear
Designer me down feelin like Elroy
These niggas act tough but we know dat they frail
Got some niggas doin time up
Dedication got me pennin on my next line
Shit I let slide got me whishin for the next time
Kon spit that shit get me mentioned in your best five
By
cats wit y'all feet up startin' to look like feet up, I'm G'd up
On the V'd up, in the truck, gotta put my seat up
In the trunk I got my bass and I
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