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said he be getting paid by playing solitare
But the nigga capping, smell lies in the atmosphere
All that cash, but in yo bank, you don't have it there

Nigga said he be getting paid by playing solitare
But the nigga capping, smell lies in the atmosphere
All that cash, but in yo bank, you don't have it

know how to shake it (goofy)
It be amazing how many people don't want you to make it (yuu hurdd)
You know you lit even when it feel like your own niggas

up and y'all could talk
Let him know you got a side dude
That do you better and that keep it realer
My homie Cy is from Pittsburgh
But on him, I'm not

you talking
Leave it to me and watch what we accomplish
Ima do what it takes if we just being honest
I only talk money miss me with the nonsense
I get

Drag Race
Written By Andre Davis Jr

Hook:
Get to the bag aye/
Hop out the jag aye/
Money come fast aye/
Like it’s a drag race/
Sonnin these niggas,

do I know it's going to turn out alright?
Every night I go to sleep and I have this dream
I had a dream that you were a worthless heap
You were

frightened
Free my brothers in them cells with them cases they still fighting
They the kind to ex you out & feel like it's exciting
Ima star I keep the sky

Gotta Do Me

I'll Show you how to get it right
Bust it down, whip it tight
Higher than ah satellite,
Smokin on that tree of life

Supa Agent keep it hot

Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down

on fire and these Rappers Need Ambulance
Choking on Loud nine clouds I Been the man
Get ah quarter eighth fee you can Still get it by the gram
Murcielago

Pump Your Fist

Kool Moe Dee

Knowledge Is King

1989

Can you feel it
Tension in the air
Racism
Violence everywhere
Davis, Howard Beach
Bumpers and Brawley
It appalls me
Now it's there
Really racial

just bought a cello, now all I do is play it (play it)
Thank God that I made it (made it) 
Ask Q where Dave is (where is he?)
He'll probably tell you

on (Nuh-uh, yeah)
I don't ever drink or get high
How you think I make so many good songs? (How did it happen?)
Sit down, be humble
Take the grill out so you

a player
The game could use a coupon, I feel like I’m a savior

I put an order in to GOD, can you do us a favor
You know my city love to eat, we just need

Pop a percocet then i'm rollin' uh
Gone off the gas young nigga feel like i'm floatin' uh
Mmm Mmm Meechy you the goat and all
Mmm Mmm uhh uhh
Yeah

of patience
I just wanna rock the stages while I'm showin' off my anus
Hope my actions are contagious
Stomach bouncin' like it's flubber; I'll be starvin' by

Virtuoso
Every time I step in this bitch, it's a masterpiece nigga

Didn’t wanna address the obvious but y’all forced it on me
You niggas corny

said, you said you loved me

J davis you don’t know what name is
Taking to long to obtain this goal of mine
But I ain’t tryna get famous
I just wanna live

keep her ass out (Keep her ass out)
You can call me a Hoarder money everywhere just like a Cashcow
Feel like yesterday just trapping out my grandma house

All you gotta do is hit my line
Shawty there she thick and fine
Beat it like I'm Ike that's how you leave a woman tenderized
I'm the type that all I

on with you

Second cousin of the Dizzy man
And the nephew of the devil
A girl sent to me by the devil

I'm getting it on and I can't do me wrong
Got jazz

on (Nuh-uh, yeah)
I don't ever drink or get high
How you think I make so many good songs? (How did it happen?)
Sit down, be humble
Take the grill out so you

Whiskey Eyes

French Montana

Jungle Rules

2017

the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like