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sayin' that I'm the truth
Bitches suckin' on demand, take second looks like, "Is it you?"
Used to be broke, got off my ass, got to some cash, wasn't no

globie
Nie szukaj ich po sieci bo mogą być za rogiem
Drogie gadżety to nie moje akcje
Narzędzia by kupić bilety na wakacje
Kilka hacjend i gwiazdkę z nieba

Figgity fresh
I’m the devil 
I’m possessed by a poof headed demon type of sinner
Ladies walking at me looking pretty wanting semen for their dinner
But no

the dream 

I be ridin' wit my sack on
Everywhere I go you niggas know that my pack strong
Hopin' I don't get black balled
By these niggas and these

(Bangladesh)
El Padrino, yeah
La Maquina, yeah
Just counted up a million cash, nigga (pardon me)
All twenties (The Machine, nigga, haha)
El

tanz mit mir slow-mo (yeah)
Bald über hunderttausend Cash vo mim Konto (hehe)
Dance with me bis es mal abig wird (yeah)
De Magic-Stick staht

Du

it to a cash cow
My ogs gave me a go ahead you know the yes wow
That’s how I finally walk tall with confidence with my chest out
I can’t be mediocre

beat de Mash pour Beats By Dre pour 40 000 sous
What you gonna do?
Tout est au rendez-vous, sauf les views
D'un coup, d'une fois que j'pète une fuse

of truth
When you opt for silence
Those swallowed by violence
Won't be there when it comes for you
Oh my friends
This ain't a sad song
Keep marchin'
Though

Still too rare to die so alive I've stood 
But keep an eye on the sky cuz tonight I'm in the mood
See my star shoot thru like a drive by in '92
Just know

hella vibes and neighborhood music
I'm living in the now space and time my dude and you'z a
Outdated square using Windows 98
I'm a mac with cash cloud

about them Texas boys
Coming down in candy toys

Texas boys roll Slab's rolling slow and never fast
Cuz we sitting on glass and we showing off this cash

in her butt crack
Now everybody’s laughing we’re having a blast 
Yeah, my people at the stage making weather with cash
And my crew too fresh them boys

Niggas talk that hot shit when I'm out of town (When I'm out of town)
But when I touch back down, none these niggas 'round (Gang, gang)
I be talking cash

a cheap nigga
Live by my means
Fake it til you make it never been an option
I lie in the sand before I be a fronter
I'm just being honest no cap
Catch

the power
Defuse it in my voice
I'm the boss of my bizz
I cash that invoice

Don't see black and white
Color vision see the truth
If I want it, I get it

with cash you can afford to stay sober
But forgetting 'bout the days in October

It's an endless struggle for perfection
As we're voting "ourselves" in

do whatever Red like
Something stupid is probably what Red might
Clothes is nice, but rather a sponsor by Red Stripe
If it ain´t sex then I´m a be

jakby przeszedł lobotomię
Nikt nie widział twoich łez kiedy padał deszcz
Który zmywał całą krew ze złamanych serc
I ten przejebany cash który mieli mieć

question
Henny, tequila to flex (okay)
Few shots of the Henny I'm tipsy, I'm shmizzy
This shit got me textin' my ex (goddamn)

Smacked by 10:45
Got

To get it off your mind
Well I start hearing melody's
So I grabt my pen and pad and recline
On my grind

(Chorus)

(Rap by Warren G)
We on the grind y'all

sayin'

Verse 1:
I ain't tryna get cash, this task
Hate to make our hits last(the world)
??? the beats so fast
Your boy got whiplash
We got different

myśli że tu dzięki mnie przytuli cash
To głupi jest zrobię w konia go jak Ulisses
Spruli się wczuci populiści z popu listy
To wojna a nie hotel po chuj tu

got addicted to the cash
Cameras on every phone, got 'em addicted to the flash
Picture it. I was last, hustlin' glass by the gram
Now I'm handing