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and the way that you talk to your mans, ain't no way that I'm trusting you
I ain't made enough money, I can't get complacent, my head don't get big after W's
We

worth
I asked her if she wants a birkin she dont want no purse
She wants that money bag she wants to buy some land
Man shes a different chick she got some

Boutta sign another million dollar deal again
Close friends and families calling me the man
Buying pieces of my block here we go again
No stressing

From the struggle to the Money, had to show um its for fun
See you with yo gang but you ant know I had a gun
Feeling like the man tryna Squabble then you

If you rocking with me
Than you rockin' for free
Cause my loyalties not based on money
It's made up of power
The power is given by powder
The people

to the playoffs
Now I'm going for the ring
If you ain't talking money I don't
Understand a thing man
So if you see me on the gram
Don't call me
I'm looking for

to rot in the morgue
Cocaine first thing in the morn
If she want put her name on the song
You know I got cheese parmesan
We flip by the letter, we flexin

Man
I mean, honestly, thinking back on it, I really came a long way
Sometimes you just gotta look back on it, you feel me?
I'm on my Ross shit

dreht sich
Der Globus dreht sich
Der Globus dreht sich
Doch man sieht es nicht

Der Globus dreht sich
Der Globus dreht sich
Der Globus dreht sich
Und wir

and I'm living 

Game got me sinning 

Gyalis love women 

Leggo man denim 


Stay surrounded by some bosses 

Count your lessons, not your losses 

Ima get

Comin' up, I knew that one day I'd be the man
Started out sackin' up grams and grams
Nigga had a plan soon as the money hit my hand
Time to expand,

partner in crime
Got caught by the end of a nine
I’m Tipsy Dogg, Dogg of war 100% genuine article
You a tender foot 
All up in a man's shoe
Tryna do what

a hurry, we got all day
Mm never mind, I'll be on my way
I don't need no man, I'm an independent bitch
Money on my mind, Gucci on my wrist
Thought you were

I'm stacking I'm getting a bag lil hoe you right this money gone grow
Got in position I'm back by experience move like I did it Almighty the code
X

on shit
Ima demon in the booth
Im way too fye when I spit
know a gansta when you see her
They can tell by my demeanor
Too much money in the world
For me

a bigger sentence
Got some model bytches from the gram pullin down my pants 
They just wanna lick it
Niggas actin like they been my mans holding out they

be friends
I'm getting to the money they know I'm the man
I be popping these niggas they is a xan
I'm hot as a bitch I need me a fan
We keeping them

money on me, count it slow like a snail
I put my bitch in this Louie-Chanel
Free all the bros that be locked in the cell
I'm smoking this dope
Man that

Aye feel like the man of year
Brand new chains on
Aye still the same dawg
Money came they changed oh
Yeah young nigga broke the meter off
100 Degrees my

like a man
Don't mistake the gang for a fucking clan
Yeah we need some money i bust out the plan
We hit a drive by in a fucking van
All of my hoes i get

keep on counting faster
These are the days that I have left
Until I'm broke
Negative days until I'm spent
No clue where all the money went
Man this cost

switches
Man you bitches do the most, You a fag with no riches
Mothafuckas get no money, Bullets feed up in his tummy
Spin my block? Boy you a dummy

Gotta  keep it  a buck man I can’t fold,
Old money smell funny  man that’s mold,

I’m in my prime watch a nigga transform,
She got a man the money make

These days you can't trust no bad bitch
Talkin' bout money, you know that we have it
Pass me the bricks, man you know I'ma bag it
Chasing the bag, man you