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the player $hort
Playing freaks like you is just a sport
I'm coming way too real and I can never be funny
Niggas like me just want your money
Give it up,
right by the Citgo
Man I gotta make it, my heart just can’t take it
My whip be my mind and my mind just be racin’
Was down by a dozen and I couldn’t shake
Baby, I'm back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch

Y'all haters
around and catch a case
Arson tatted on my face
I want money pussy power
I'm the Black Scarface

My daddy done said
Little by little the bird built a nest
in Allah 

But niggaz like me believe I'm making dollars 

Cause even when yo niggaz want to be untrue 

You know the money's still good to you
You asked me if I'd marry you
And I believe I can
Though I'm just a young girl
They say you're a decent man.

I've been raised by mom and daddy
With
me my name

Yeah you be chill but you know you ain’t sane

Sayin’ I’m tall but I ain’t like a crane

Just a bit wider go look at my frame

Just a bit
was gon' kill the fuckin beat
And could I be a fuckin millionaire
Trillionaire and people look at me
Now they say yeah he's really here
These niggas
still my bitch 
If you want you could be my Angelina 
And I'll be Brad Pitt 
Before they broke up 

So girl don't play no games 
All I'm trynna say 
Is
Lalala
Toast to all the gents in the house and now making mistakes brand new
One love to the young and old keeping the errors fresh
Picking the level
Hook
Move (echo)
Go
Groove
Flow

Verse 2

I kept plenty of indica and the best sativa

Used to be my stress reliever

lately I’m high off life got
Yo, fresh to death like a halo, uh, don't get away at my pesos
Uh, B tryna scan like a barcode, uh, makin' her purr like hello
Uh, ballin' on niggas
niggaz should stop it cause they be telling me
I know I'm the shit but its toiletries if you smelling me
Produce fresh like lettuce found in a deli be
You understand what I'm sayin'?
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Hey
Hey (Nas Mack just touched down)
Hey

I bought me a drop (drop)
I'm
Been a dog since the beginning
Nigga I'm getting it
I just keep wining and winning
You niggas be acting to timid
And you pretending
Can't kick it
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street
I'll be a nigga till it's said and done
I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya
need a sign to come to your senses
My common sense don’t match up with incentives
I mastered baggage claiming
I’m amassing more consequences by
kids in the projects
They wanna be us no father figures
Nothin' that you could teach us
Ghetto streets raised
Is blowin' weed and Black & Milds
Turn me over like I'm not worth anything
You may be older but I think you still don't know me
Time goes by like an empty heart
Your filling up I'm
to b broke
Now I got bails you thought I had boats
Talk to my scale and she say I’m doing the most
Beat up the pot wit the folk
You can tell by my
than my hair
Look so good when I walk by
I know you want me that's no lie
I got champagne running through these veins
I'm flying high in my private plane
to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While I'm Rolling palm leaves
I'm vibeing, part Filipino
And I'm part Hawaiian
You may be an Island boy
But not from my
the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point
And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye
And when I ride by
I don't care, G-Unit's going

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