Lyrics:
yourself?
Well, I'm the dope man
Yeah, boy, wear corduroy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin' that rock and my pocket's gettin' bigger
' richer
You gettin' money, I get it quicker
I like her dance she a stripper, but I won't tip her
It's time to wake up, ring that bell cause they been
some money
Grab all the dividends split them shits up by the hunnids (All by the hunnids)
(Yeah)
WOO, Never had shit I just ran with the plan
In love
wasn't raised by IG but the OGs (OGs)
If you miss the old me then you ain't know me, bitch
The Baccarat too trendy so I'm off it (bitch, I'm off it)
I
Timberlands tied up
See my old crew from the mysteries
Big Phil from Queensville still gettin' cheese
All my peeps from the van, gettin' nice my man
L.B.
Timberlands tied up
See my old crew from the mysteries
Big Phil from Queensville still gettin' cheese
All my peeps from the van, gettin' nice my man
L.B.
heard, the dope style calculated by the great wait
And take just a second to get caught up in my record
new but not a kid to be worn
If something' gettin
tips leave you toothless
Bitch imma killer, I'm realer, I'm a drug dealer, cups gettin' filled by the liter
This Spanish bitch she my little Señorita,
hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you sound like Jay,
on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide
fucked up, now I'm bucked up in this place
Bitch
Yuhh
You had a lot to say
So these features gettin' real heavy
Ain't nobody safe
I swear to fuckin' God it
this hustle came out from the struggle
I got me the duffel to bed
I get the money, them hunnids come in by the bundle
They know that I'm gettin' this
on the smooth tip
Ha ha, yo biz, kick something funky for 'em, word up
Now people always want to know my strategy plan
For me to use the weird name
a graduation but they
Ain't accept your application/
You fakin', you ain't never do shit/
Lyin' on wax
That can get you aired out like a Q-tip/
I guess this
I be feeling slumped
Unfocused
I've been at the crib
Hey wake up Two Hi
I've been at the crib
Hey wake up Two Hi
I've been at the crib
Hey wake up
I
my tip
Imma rock out by myself dont need yall
I can get ten bands offa one call
Do this everyday I was born to ball
Trap gettin busy rap been on pause
Damn I gets busy, though makin' rhyme I gets bizm
Always help another meaning sister or a brother
Just a little tip I picked up, from my mother
Smooth
gon’ win over and over and
Over and then you wake up
You still can’t believe it! You know
Why? Because you was lied
To by Google you was lied
To by Mark
and over
Then you wake up
You still can't believe it you
Know why? Cause you was
Lied to by Google! You was lied
To by Mark Zuckerberg! Mark Zuckerberg
You
like a monkey on a vine
Goin' up the scale and I will prevail
Sharper than the point on the tip of a nail
Movin' with the speed of a thief
gettin' cash by the tips, hey
Look at my Rolls, look at the rims, and they on slicks (whoa)
Just look at this dime (ooh), look at her friends (ayy)
Look
nigga
What's up nigga?
Tight grip on the Tec 9, now it's time to
(time to, time to) creep
Hollow tips in the clip puttin'
Suckas in a deep tight grip
Bob pickin' thru seeds just to get a high my enemies barely gettin by
If YU send a fee YU could get the ZA when I get the green know i'm hittin' right
And you know I'm surrounded by thugs,
Blaqman gear on you know that's what's up,
Represent my team show some love,
We don't share blood but we family,
If
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