Money Stretch

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(HUGO)
(You ain't getting no money, you ain't gone feel this)
(Stack that shit, get that shit, flip that shit, Look)
50 racks, flip that, switching lanes put 150 on the dash
You niggas got Broke Man Complex, that shit contagious I keep me a mask
11 twice, f*ck 12, since 13 been balling on niggas, think my name Steve Nash
You niggas ain't nothing like me
I'm sick to my stomach when I know I ain't chasing no bands
Aye
Take the lil bitch and I pipe her
Wrap her ass up, send her back to her man(Go home)
We was lil niggas riding strikers, talk about money
Man I can show you the plan
Band on his Head like Iverson
Stand on my money, I might be touching the Fan
My niggas be clutching, they itching to buss if you get too close
Better watch yo hands
You ain't gotta sneeze for me to bless you
I'm flying down the lane, I'm something like Russell
You niggas Bitches, You couldn't even be my son
I wouldn't even call you my Nephew
Pain turn me up, I been shitting on niggas
Call y'all my lil Angels yall Softer than Tissue
Wanna hang with the gang, I can see it in yo eyes
You a bitch lil nigga, whole image be see thru
Tuff luck, suck to be You (What)
You in my way, yo ass food, put you right on the menu
Like John, what would he do? (What?)
I Rock out for my Bands, im something like the Beatles
Play crazy leave you see thru (Boom)
Big dog over there come this way yo ass seafood
S-O-S-A got green like i'm Hulu
Don't argue with no hoe, cut her off I got beaucoup
Lil nigga turnt up, I'm supplying this Heat need me a Florida baby
I demand them racks, nigga put it on the table
If you think shit Sweet, it get Sticky no Maple
Been a Dog my whole life, nigga tweak pay the price
We gone turn this bitch to a Fable
Too lit, Ian never coming down, you won't see me in no drama
Want a mention f*ck nigga gotta pay me
I'm a Dolce Baby, walk in the room act an a-hole, leave out with a throat baby
Pants falling off my ass, need to get yo Mind checked
If you Think a f*ck nigga can tame me
Helmut Lang, Dior Cologne, I blocked her phone it's driving her crazy
If my money, aint making me money, I need some more money
That shit make me feel a lil lazy
In Love with the Paper
Hit Cali come back with the Flavors
Bad-Boy, I was riding with Takers
Try to run, you ain't done, we gone chase ya
I was fucking shit up, Ian play with my neighbors
Bussin 2-4s play for the Lakers
I move Swift I'm something like Taylor
Put my moma in a new Bentayga
If it's up, then it's stuck and nobody can save ya
50 racks, flip that, switching lanes put 150 on the dash
You niggas got Broke Man Complex, that shit contagious I keep me a mask
11 twice, f*ck 12, since 13 been balling on niggas, think my name Steve Nash
You niggas ain't nothing like me
I'm sick to my stomach when I know I ain't chasing no bands (Damn)
Take the lil bitch and I pipe her
Wrap her ass up, send her back to her man
We was lil niggas riding strikers, talk about money
Man I can show you the plan
Band on his Head like Iverson
Stand on my money, I might be touching the Fan
My niggas be clutching, they itching to buss if you get too close
Better watch yo hands
Hit you and yo mans (Boom)
Red beam, Green Beam have it feeling like Christmas again
Fell in love with Backends (Nocap)
Don't tweak, like change for a 20, big nose 4xFin
Ian Get no hand (Nah)
Flip the switch, Cold nigga spitting Hot shit like I'm a Fan
Animals like Dan (Danimals) make noise with big shit
You would think my niggas played for the Band
Bad bitch in the front seat (Come here)
Steer the Wheel with left hand, right hand in her one piece
Real nigga since Jump Street (What)
In a world of f*ck niggas, I'm surrounded by thunkies (Flunk)
If you ain't me, I don't trust ya (Nah)
You only got one time to show your True Colors
Sucker Free for the Dummies
All I got is my word, my balls, and my money
Bitch

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