Lyrics:
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash
car
That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
Birds you had, 12 now you got a l
Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin
Drive-by shootings can't
better cash it
Got a satchel? Flash it, I'ma take your last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in the hatchback
Young Tune, the big kahuna (yeah)
It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (yeah)
Better now than sooner, junior (yeah)
Flyin' 'round your city,
Young Tune, the big kahuna (yeah)
It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (yeah)
Better now than sooner, junior (yeah)
Flyin' 'round your city,
Then we need a verse for the Swifties
Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty
Pipsqueak, pipe down
You ain't in no big three, SZA got you
one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which
it's dark, I walked
By faith and I can't let no nigga play with the boy
I gotta let 'em know
If I go back broke, I ain't trippin' 'cause I done been
easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See that Aston Martin when I start it hear the sound
I ain't never graduated ain't got no cap and gown
But
years
L'll never let you down baby
I drop 50, I steal gravy
I look back on Venus
I look (I look) back on Mars
And (and) I burn with the fire
Everybody get yo' scrilla
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
Homie get yo' grind on
Better
Bounce baby baby bounce baby baby bounce
To them outta town
Everybody get yo' scrilla
Don't worry 'bout ya time zone
Homie get yo' grind on
Better
Bounce baby baby bounce baby baby bounce
To them outta town
' back
I'ma keep hustlin' as long as
Dope fiends keep burnin' crack
No love for these bitches 'cause
When you down and out, they backs turn
Now dig em
You"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas
What that nigga want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit)
(Cash rules) word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up,
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the start
your bluff like you had a phone number
Who want to see Canibus get wild, who want to act fly and
Get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
mines and plus yours
Didn't mean to turnin' 'em out, turnin' 'em on
Stetched out in front the next girl house
BB dick out, Remedy, slash Cappadon'
gonna go down to the sad site of town
Sit there by myself and just start pourin' 'em down
And I'll know just what to say when someone asks about you
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
the fuck?) Grady
Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
While you at work, she's with some dude
on cash, say cheers
But don't sweat it, leave the sweatin' to the beer
And come on down, swing on by
Bring whatever's been on your mind
Locals on tap
the type of n**** that got it and break down a key
Remember me? J to the A, are-you-L, E baby
Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell
Fill they
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