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years
And I'm an adult, yeah, look in the garage Cop me a civic, then cop me a Dodge
That shit is dope, I think we'll make it far I'm gon' get rich

They told me that id never make it, they told me that id never - be the one
They told me that I was just faking, realest die and killers run
They

and chilling got me bent off
When I get rich make it roll like a rolly
Icing me out like no heat when it's snowing
Child of god so I know where I'm going
I work

Weather Man

Paul Wall

The Houston Hard Hitters: Version 7.0 - Chopped & Skrewed

2005

way, bodyguard by my biscuit
Make money, lose money never afraid to risk it
I don't get writers block, I block other writers
Spittin' fire like if I

Nah, I don't feel the pain
She will teach me how to love
I been listening to Wayne
I live life with no regret ski
I ain't talking Wayne
Bitch said

that booty girl
They way she move that booty
Shake that booty girl
Lil mama sock it to me
Booty
Shake that booty girl
I cant believe that booty
Shake

Tell me I sound like The Weekend (oh)
(Ohh ahh, oh ah, oh ah)
I got like 20 more minutes until I go
I'm like bye bitch
She taking my side bitch
That lil

shit, she just tryna get rich
In the club too thick, everybody wanna hit
She would not let 'em hit though, these niggas broke and she know
She phone me

Qmillion
Its Wayne for the Ladies
For the Ladies, E-Dee and Wayne
mmm mmm

Just in case you need
someone you can run to 
when your alone and all by

it home (that did not make it home, gang)

Traumatized by the block, I gotta think a lot (yeah)
Thug stimulate your mind, I'm on some ventin' shit

never pity 
I was the sun in ya eyes 
Ya days was never misty 
Can’t play it to close these days 
Gotta let em miss me
They say absence makes 
The heart

just to get by
Thought you was gon get rich you just gettin high
The opps family mad at us
Ridin wit the spatula
I could've said the drake but the feds

shit
Nigga back up
Yo lil ass a chump

They
Gone have to come
Deep for me
Discreet
Cus I'm the one

Nigga
Ima come
John Wick 3
Take 'em out
One by one

Canadians
Take a look at these haters they came and went
Gotta re-up then customers made me rich
I just left a thot for a new bitch cause she hot
Cook dope in

can call me Michael
Can't get enough, think I'm too entitled
I'm like, yeah yeah, we rich
I'm like, yeah yeah, she lit
I'm like, yeah, that's my baby
I

His mama named him Dante
His pops called him Lil Dee
Growing up they ain't have it
Pops making plays in the streets
I'm talking six feet deep why my

future (yeah, Lil Pump)
I'ma, let me, I'm finna tell you what you gonna be (yeah, huh, brr, yeah)
Shit (yeah, yeah)
You ain't got shit (yeah)
You ain't

friend again
Make me not ever wanna pick up this pen again
Heart of a savage
Manners of a gentleman
Just wait till they let me in
I'm a cause a ruckus
They

eyes, to see ‘lil niggas fed up by now
I don’t need 1 sign in my life to tell me go and get it right now
I don’t need no both sides to be with me when I’m

a secret
Don't like em thick
But he bigging me up
Tell your lil shawty
Stop hitting me up
I keep it on me
I'm coming in clutch
He think I'm playing
I'm

doing the same thing (O oh)
Makin' you auntie nose bleed
Run up on me, I'm blowing
Your 'lil bth is hoeing you already know it
Pull up on the scene, I go,

It's a fact now that I'm living in the fast lane
Bouta be rich as fuck bitch call me Bruce Wayne

Lil Scotty and I'm back on a track
Bouta slip it in

talk
I make the rules
I don't care if you don't like em', I don't lose
Ain't no motion in his camp, get out the way, lil nigga move
And even if I did go

His girl put me on go, what you know?
I'm gon' fuck his bitch
Only flex to fucken lead the way
All these niggas lost
Imma be a rich nigga by any cost,