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LOSIANO

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Hey, what's wrong with you
I got plenty money, man
I get plenty money
Sexy as hell

Get in the harness
In the snow, the rain when it's sunny
And when it's foggy
Yeah, like the boss bitch

Like Snoop Doggy
I stay smoking. Yeah, my brain stay open
Nah, just fucking around
I'm waiting for it to come in

But I said, yo
I ain't class, but I get plenty money
Lopes be sexy as hell
And I get plenty honeys

Yeah, I got a big gun
Can't take nothing from me
I'm selfish. I grew up an only child
But known to bust a freestyle

Blow the weed and pals
And I got big stacks
I mean, I'm needing more rubber bands
Nevertheless, a damn

I'm needing an upper hand
So say I'm greater than
I'm a simple dude
Olympic champions

With some of the greatest
And mostly hated
But nah, with some of the favorite
Got a lot of fans

I got a master plan
I'm thinking of how to get these bands
faster than these bastards can
I mean, shit

It's a new script
I got the pro tools
And I don't flow like old dude
They say Lopes be ice cold

Maybe with the rain
Maybe with the hot
Maybe with the fog
Maybe I can't complain

But I be with my dude
They say he be money mic
Yeah, I put money in my mic
Probably fucking honey tonight

And I don't even know
Got about four or five dates on deck
Shit, I'm trying to get mad
I really need to get me a check

So unemployment
Nah, I'ma switch that to royalties
Call me at 301-6317
It's D-Y-T

They say it's Ohio
Yeah, and I got them O's
That'll get you high for the low
Nah, I'm just playing

Nah, I really ain't
So call me at 301-6317
Or 397
It's 8517

Or maybe 321-3112
I made that shit simple as f*ck
So if you blowed
you could still remember, dude

I'm not a jeweler
And I don't fool with these losers
I be looking for state troopers
In the summer, I'm on a scooter

Wanna go down to Florida
See my mama
Maybe scuba diving
Who is high

Is your duty flat like the Wright Brothers
Yeah, send a shout out to his sister
Yvette, my godmother
I'm missing Allen

But I'm still out here in this game
These niggas technical balance
With bucks and greens
Shit, I'm trying to fucking bust the shit

But these bitches be like
I think I got a baby on the way
Nah, that ain't no crazy shit to say
I'm like Slim Shady, but I'm paid

Nah, just down here daily with the hay
And I stay high
I don't know why I gotta say why
Cause I grew up in foster homes

Like, when I lost my zone
they tried to f*ck me down in Kentucky
Three-leaf clovers
I wasn't lucky

I got GPs and LBs
Whatever you need, need to holla at me
That's what she's, my nigga
Plenty money

I got plenty money
I got plenty money
What they call me, son
They call me, aw, it went off

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