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can get riches
Potent 20's to double up's and quarter pieces
Fancy cars to condos with ? ? ? ? 
Pops out the dream (chin-chin)
Cause it seems the corner

When you see me on them stages
Keep your fake love, when I make it

[Pre-Hook]
Countin' up the 10s and the 20s (and the 20s)
Countin' up the 50s

friend[00:27.93]If she ain't cute tell her don't text me[00:29.21]She tryna sext me[00:30.04]But I be serving these plays so a nigga cannot pay attention[00:32.45]Stay

killed him
I'm a old man
In my early 20's
How I'm feeling
How you know me
I ain't meet you yet
The things I gotta deal with
On the highway
Running out

smoking the potent
You are only loyal as your options
(Ha ha haha) i owe me a diamond eatin' pasta
Big deal, she is real, more like a monster
You ain't even

in our 20s so careless 
Got the bag & my crew in my carriage 
Even with a suit & tie 
I’ll get high in my palace
Going round and round running through

girl get used to the weather
She 24 thats kinda old its whatever
She still 'gon fuck if I let her
After she call me i dead her
I'm in my 20s now, while I

to that nigga Gleesh
Got a plus sign by my cheek
Want to fuck Ban$, it's a fee
I could never skeet for free
Like MJ, tell 'em beat
Keep my piece on me like

picky motherfucker
Cuz I hit and won't again
Ok let's do simple math
Take a hunnit times by 2
Now you got 2 hunnit thousands
Filled wit 20's and some blue

And they tryna run up on me but I always keep a stick
Stacking chips and counting blues
Strapped up with .22's
Bodies dropping left and right
But we still

crazy in my 20's to wanna find a wife
Is it crazy wanna settle down and build a life 
I know she pretty and she fine but are love is build 
Even though

the club 
Stop me if I missed a 
Bump on the road 
Just Imagine what they woulda did for the plug 
20s to 40's 
cnd 40' to 80's
I made a hundred 
Stack up

Murder Onze

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Conspiracy

1995

gangsta like Ini Kamoze

Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek
I murdered that, we got mad respect
Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's

choose and pick she reaching for my bone
I just paid the Jacobs off to leave me fuck alone
Finna go berserk for my dessert, it's pies at home

Got it

coupe, with my fucking gang
She got caught talkin' to me, like
what you bangin', what you bangin'

I'm just tryna run, tryna run a train
I'm just tryna

the bass boomin'
Got 10's, 12's even got 20's for the sub, get ya movin
She don't wanna hear what you got playing in your whip
When you pull up she get mad

already image the stacks of 20s
I'm making it weigh like a ton on a Ton
I couldn't have been born to be sat on The sofa 
I could never have been born

20s
Can't dip now it's too risky
Make sure you keep you your blicky
Yea you ain't on it stop lying
Don't claim me girl you not mine
We gon run this shit

fuckin' Rasta
Hundred K to do you and my niggas move that fuckin' shotta
They be callin' me ZooWap from the bando, sellin' dimes and 20s
Hella pills

got 100s 20s 50s this shit all up on the floor
Bitches throwing ass and titties tell her hold on shake it slow
Right cheek left cheek
Ok fuck it now do

the crazy for tomorrow
This night is sweet news from a herald
F. Scott Fitzgerald
She in my view with Daisy-like apparel
No need to put the 20's on my ride

Band$ On You

PnB Rock

RNB3: Rockadelphia

2015

throwing all these racks at you
Yea they 1's turn to 5's and them 5's turn to 10's 10's turn to 20's throwing 50's by the end
Oh shawty the way that you

Pennies though
100s 50s damn
When the 20s go?
No season to reason
With any old bae
Ayy, nigga caught filet in the wave
B on the A double S, press play
Boost

20 drunk off 20 20 
Suitcase full of 20's and I'm only in my 20's
I'm working 20, four seven every 
Month I'm too deadly hit your bm with the dezzy