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on like Celine
I call a ho a ho and ima call a queen a queen
Get straight to the cash no I don't want no in between

Gang
Bitch we're great
We don't play

the heavens fall
Masses gonna see
How they're owned by the beast
And that won't include me!
Saint Michael won't you choose me?
Saint Michael won't you set me

NAVUZIMETRO#PT2

Metro Boomin

Perfect Timing

2017

the work in the dash, yeah
Uzi designed a chain for me I bought the shit cash, yeah
You can hate all you want I'ma sit back and laugh, yeah
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Smokey Vibes
Written and performed by Derrell

Yea
FLIGHT shit
Man I have been listening to waaay too much Wayne
Waaaay too much

Please don’t ask me

to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father, father

P Diddy:
Father help us, come on

Michael Stipe:
Everybody thinks we're

my head away
We gotta first world vision to comfty, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father, father

P Diddy:
Father

catfish my bad bitch steppin'
I'm Earth, she heaven
With her that cash shit we gettin'
She be so wealthy
I be fucking in a mansion
I be so stealthy
Pull up

by the ice 
Watch on this cars or look in my eyes
Creating to my heart but I forgot where is the keys , just jump in my rocket and we fly away from

turn around when I'm hitting it
Run to the bag can I get a witness
I'm getting cash but that ain't yo business
Come get yo girl she all in her feelings

this
Bitch don't step on my kicks
Got some brand new kicks, hold on
My car can fly
Put in the keys
I take my time
I smoke my weed
Life just goes by
Like

This Is Family

Fabolous

How to Be an MC, Vol. 45: Instrumentals

2007

Barkley posters
Got no time to be boxing around
I got the ox and the pound
I'll leave you in the box in the ground
Got the keys to the game, and we

vocally for sure, squad thorough, man

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Stacks that you can't flow, kick in the door, we on the floor
Come up off a G

when I walk lul nigga, I ain't one for the chat, money talk lul nigga(I be flexin that cash when I walk)
See me in public they talkin', they drippin'

got a prom picture in her key-chain
I told her, "Look
This ain't high school no more"
And I'm tryna fuck, we ain't cool no more
Some niggas go bald just

classy
Before that I make the whole street don't get nasty
Vision glam, bro we takin' keys, silver cash
Niggas never hear a story about a boy like me

Love

Fast Lane

Bad Meets Evil

Hell: The Sequel

2011

Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags

headed to the top and that's by any means
(I swea)
Got the block jumping feeling like a trampoline (Jumping jumping)
Too much cash in my pockets bussin out

every time I'm in this bitch
Slamming bags in the trap
Gelato bill
Watch my brother serve that dog you would think he michael vick
You would think I'm

the Caddy'
(Fuck you) , fuck you in the attic (Let's go)
Michael Myers, stab it (Let's go) , hold up
I thought this bitch was
Ready for the action, hold up
You

Ball like us

Intro:

I got that money you can’t fold up and put in ya pocket ya dig

That’s the cash I’m talking bout u know what I mean

Y’all cats

Michael Phelps

Stand down, still with my crew
Either die or you gon' shoot
Crash out like Bandicoot
Wait till I catch Lil' Woody Woo

I'm gon' slide her by

These Are Our Heroes

Nas

Street's Disciple

2004

it
Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
These are our heroes, thanks a lot, public school systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches

Lock up my heart and she stole the key
Some bills in the wallet, I got me a goddess
I want the cash in abundancy
I keep a stash right up under me
Big

it's gone pay back
Once i make it we all finna lay back
We gone stack all this cash in a Maybach

Drippin dior
Buying my momma Michael Kors (Yeah)
Marble