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Iain struts down Philly streets
Hunting for vintage
And retro treats
Thrift stores
His treasure trove
Where all his cash
And dreams unload

Oil lamps

Aye I talk to god, every morning even for i put my clothes on
Big scar up on my chest turn a nigga into frozone
Iain even tryna fuck right now just

reaper comin

Niggas know he broke as hell, why tf he speaking on me
Iain have to go to jail to get the world to listen to me
All I had to do was keep it

Naw iain mean baby I'm the opposite

Keep my fingernails clean and my bills low
You can wife the bitch today I bet she still go
Niggas acting like they

You
Say Iain been showing you love
Well baby
I just don't know how to trust
If you show me that you're worth it all
We're only separated by a call
In

can say
Iain never pretended not at all
So I'll be damn if I let a acting ass nigga
Get me offended un huh
See, I really be getting relentless
Know

Baby always ask why my heart is so cold and
It's because my mind is so broken
Hurt so many times know my heart got a hole and
Iain want this life I

got class
She told me that she gotta job
So she got cash
She told me don't need a man
But want one real bad
But hesitate to get one 
Because they always

bitch blowin my phone cuz she thinking the worst shit can happen 
Let a hoe be a hoe iain stressin no bitches no more yall can have it 
I just jumped in

niggas fucc a gold digger (Fucc a gold digger)
We just in it for the money make our pockets thicker
Iain a killa but I'm knowing how to pop a nigga

Wam

Rain All Day

Method Man

The Meth Lab

2015

the grain
I'm La Familia, I'm hands on
But that don't mean the name I'm tryna fill ya
My hands strong, Iain't trying to take your chain
I'm trying to kill

waitin til the sun gon down
Allem ANGELz sittin with me best Belive they gon run down get em gone
1200 bangin nd slangin
Gon nd keep all shi cus uk iain

winner
So I ainn finna come up last 
A nigga gotta go to school, get a job, go to work
And get this cash
A nigga still, gotta keep writin, keep writin

the cash gone rise
And the bandz gon fly, she gon dance for mines
Whatchu know bout times?
Hit the dash for mine 
I aint worried bout a hater, got the bank

want cash when we meet up
Or you only want weed Iain red up
Baby I'mma go get me a Lisa
And she look good just like Mona Lisa
Is some things that I swear

Foot on they Necks heavily influenced 
Tweaking with my gang then you better have insurance 
Iain thang choosing saying ion really do this but uh 

Imma

And I hate that feeling

Can't adjust to the broke
I gotta get it
Spend the cash like a joke
But I always flip it
Always think about business
In love with

want the neck
Got the cash want a Rollie though
Put suits and Rollie's on
Ain't a dad but I'm a rolling stone
I tell her roll along
Try to smoke until

exercise her throat
Ain't finna argue with no nigga
Bout his bitch, wife or his hoe
You plugged on her location,
You can pull up right to my lo
IAin

you danger so sorry I can't do no favors

I think that money bring happiness but it don't really keep you at peace
Somethings that the cash can't

som cash
Hoe suckin on dick for som crack
Now she lookin in my eyes on daylight
White tee with skinny light jeans
This bitch sayin she is real 
But she

I'm apart of B G E 
Keep talkin shit must b doin som well 
cnd imma keep killin these  beats call 12 

Im bout my money bout my cash my dinero
Shit get

They wanna see dance now they throwing me the cash
I love to make my chips then I dip, I do the dash
They love to see a booty that they know they can't

Pretty boy clique
I'm da CEO of that
If I break a nail
Fuck it grab da mac
Iain got no time to play wit a nigga get em whacked
Nigga get em smacked