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button, 'cause, this ain't the same number

So many hearts care man
So many thoughts again and again
So many years gone by
So many friends is in

LAF The mob cross the squad you meet God Nigga 
Uh, 

Man what they talking’ bout? These niggas ain’t said shit
And I know we what they talkin’ ‘bout

break bread
With my kin, bitch, i got rich off Barbie
(Huh?)
Gucci her bag, my bitch full of class
Her purse ain't made by Tardy (Trap)
I got dog food, I

I see Lil shawty in her bag like Melo
Walk by the bitch I don't even say hello
The wrist comes first new ice is embezzled
The way that thing move man

fucking the breezy, bobbing or weaving
And I promise baby mama by the morning you leaving
You see, everything I do hot, so you can call him Percy
Full

turkey bags of gas
I've been rocking Fendi, counting all this cash
I been bussing Cubans, I been getting to the bag
Brick by brick I built this shit from

Big on big
I count up 1 then I count up 10
100 more man I swear gotta get it in
Pockets thick like they takin' apetamin
If you talkin' that talk then

out hundreds
Ladies gotta love it! 

Man I feel like money! (man I feel like money!)
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like

count it for me
No cap keep it one hundred

Work hard cause I gotta go get it
Big dog Steve I been a go getter
Watching my daughter man she getting much

Badman Party

Vybz Kartel

Up 2 Di Time

2003

and Alizé by di case
Guinness and Heineken just in case
Moët run out, we start stout off wi face
Five hundred dollar bag a high grade blow gone a space

bands up
Man They calling me the bad man
You should be calling me the bag man
Yea
All I want is blue face hundreds
Why you trying to stop me from

Least a hundred K what the whip cost, I done finally made a way, now I drip sauce
She ain't fucking with you lames cause I'm big dog
She been waiting

this bitch 


Aye Goodlook you know what’s going on man 
BayCheez 
We go turn this up that bag way
Yeeeeeeeaaaaa
BIKELYFE spot a busa on dey radar

dat he's there
He stepped out the car, Kyla sleepin' in the chair
He sees a bag of bodies walking in his direction
Shiro's real scared, man he can't

Fuckin' up a bag like its on sight 
I'm fucking up that bag 

Call up three hundred cuz he got the pressure
Oh wait, we get it together
Come for my team its

switch sides
You used to be my mans
Five for five let's get high
Do whatever on the strip
Definition of survive
One phone call four door drive by
Jungle

simply wanna work
How you gon deny me that?
Then call my phone when I get paid
And asking where the money at?

But I'm not making money bags
Man, that's

Yeah, yeah
(Shawty Fresh on the track)
Okay (switch it up)
Ayy, this how we gon' do this shit 
like this right here, man
Check me out (let

Make Way

Fat Joe

5 * Stunna

2007

Here is something you can't understand
How I can just kill a man
Shame what the mack can do, K's spit faster
I'll make an ass of you, save

the wise man
I play all positions I deserve a Heisman
I look around the world and all I see
Frogs in the frying pan
Back then we used to cop a dime bag
Put

bitch ain't nobody got time for no funny bitch
Ya get fucked over by the niggas ya be choosing
See for yourself they no good
Find a good nigga then fuck

Yeah I be smokin sativa 
Im smokin that indica 
Roll upp some weed aye
Plug gave me 100 grams of that wax man 
It was gon in like 3 days
Im rollin em

Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I

back, man
Hit me right back, man, write back
Hit me right back, man, write back
Hit me right back, man, write back

I hope u get this kite, write back,