Lyrics:
your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
that big body,
Red bottom heels on
I like 'em sexy
And if any gonna stand up
If you 'bout gettin' money
Baby put yo hands up
I get big Benz
and now that feeling in my chest
We hopped up on the boat, take that hoe coast to coast
I need a bag of dough, so I can blow that smoke
But they keep
Man, they don't even seein' them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it, nigga, I be gettin' dough (dough)
Take her all the places that she never
[Verse 4: Bizzy]
They tellin me I was the one that was shoot up
And neva got 50/50 then we fillin em
Offer the rhythm and minimum gettin em
'member
a hurry
(I don't touch it)
I don't touch the dope, like it got rabies
(I don't touch it)
Got that thirty on me Stephen Curry
(Hey, hey)
Gettin' paper,
a motherfuckin' bum
'Cause when it came to profit, son I really wasn't gettin' none
The wilest motherfucker that you ever saw
They used to call me Petey
dough
So, niggas tend to smoke, bad habits do exist
And this bitch thinkin' she can ease my mind by suckin' my dick
Bitch maybe fo' a minute, but that
yeah
How you livin cuz? You know the usual
Pimpin hoes, gettin dough, all that regular fly shit
Ugh, you know I’m fly bitch
Get off, get off, get off,
we changed it, switched it
Now it's Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose
Catch me wit a pigeon and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted
Let me find out, it's
his bitch up in it
I got old friends
I got new foes
Gettin' new bread
Gettin' new dough
I got old friends
I got new foes
Yeah
I ain't 'wit the talkin'
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
still making all my dough
Wanna get my pockets filled up with a stack of 50 notes
Gotta say to them that Si no crees en mí me adiós
Can't be living life
yeah that's knockin'
Yeah, that's crazy right there
I'm feelin' that, okay, let me add these high hats
Okay, I think I'm gettin' the hang out of this
walk by drop off trays of food
That they made instead of dumpin the food
Gets done all the time and it feels rude
Treated like garbage man is my job dude
Everybody that we fuck wit'...
20... Bro by the age we are all 20 bro... By the age we are all 20...
We will all be famous...
We will all have
as of this moment
I pray that you guard with
With protection if it's gon'
Be my day to leave this earth by your will
I sincerely repent and accept
You as my
That bitch that they be buyin' all that jewelry for
And gettin' they hair fixed
That's goin' be that bitch that's gonna get 'em killed
If they don't
and fictitious names
I don′t have to be a scholar
Or have a Master degree
I don't have a diploma or a PhD
But there's one thing I know and baby that′s
Three into
and told him
'You'll be okay'
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplanin'
They hopin' that they catch they big break
What are
was raised by a different code
Stackin and flippin and gettin this dough
Rappin and mackin and pimpin deez hoes
I gotta go, go, go, go, go, I cannot
that say ding
I seen the bigger picture ever since I was young
The system got the bread and we gettin' nothin' but crumbs
Man that shit dumb, we just
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
mind
Live right, get a job, or some kinda degree
Set examples for kids that look up to me
Hey I can be ya role model
Life ain't all about the club
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