Lyrics:
talkin' trips out to Punta Cana
I'd rather be with you
I feel like Boosie Collins
I kill niggas for that pay, nigga
With no problem ridin' 'round town
I
to go too fast
Ion care if u set the pace
Cause I know the sec gon be great
Plant them pretty lil thighs on my face
We can go for hours n hours
Baby why
I been working all the time by lonely niggas they be hating on lil tae im bout my money don't need nobody in my circle we ain't talking money I be
he sober he'll up and put one in a nigga melon
One time for my Dukes, one time for my pops
Free Twink, rest in peace Tee fuck the opps
One time for
I fuck around, talk my girl, this shit might be the one for you
Shit, I love my bitch, all the money can make my lil' bitch move
She ride, lil' ma
Just dropped a album but I still ain't got no time for sleepin'
I might wake up, drop a mixtape for no reason
Influence you lil' niggas, happy that you
FUCK WITT US
[Cam'ron:]
Why should I entertain lies in the game
Pies to my name
E 5 to his brain, die for the chain
Zeek hit the side of his brain,
care what them white folks say I just wanna see my lil boy
Go to school, be a man and sign up for college boy
Don't be a fool, be a man
What you think
on the windows throwin' rain off
I ain't fuckin' with the book I turn my page off
100 thousand on somethin' likely what the name cost
Bein' up without the top Lil
to the dancers
Boosie in 09 had yall lit
I told him lets slow it down (Slow that shit down)
On to some shit
Tatted on my wrist
Niggas knowing who run the town
the sedatives
I've been getting too reckless
Ever since I got arrested
I'm addicted to the cheese
Never work for the free
These days just been passing me by
Ion
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
for his pesos
If you say so's, then I'm the same chick
That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat
Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
times platinum
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with
Mnb shit man
Maybe it's meant to be
I ain't worried about nothing for real
Them voices in my head
And despite all the pain I been through
All
the closest ones to ya
Be the ones that sneak up behind ya and stick the knife through ya
That's why now I keep my friends to a minimum
Check for the ones
birds like Ravens
Made rapping, my new occupation
Nine to five job I see you still out here chasin'
Need money longer, something like Lil Uzi
Beat got
I'm sayin', I finally found the right girl for me
I'm sayin' you, you my nigga dog
So you ain't gotta worry bout Lil' Mama comin' between we dude
proud of my lil' bitches
Boy, money talks
I know that shit by his voice
Ooh, you must got that work
Ooh, you must got them birds
Ooh, we might got
(Halfway)
Turned her out, now shе a whole thot
(Whole thot)
Drop my top, yeah, you know that's mе
(Ohh ohh)
Don't stop at lights, we think they all green
the ratchets
But now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest
I ain't savin' no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp
Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil' limp
got (I got you)
And I'ma give it to you raw whether you like it or not
Like it's my last bullet and I only got one shot
Aim straight for the middle
gotta make movies
Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just
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