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paying the rent 
We working a job it don't make no cents
Barely got time to play with the kids Damn 
It is what it is 
That's what they say I don't play

I get famous
But by the looks of that situation, I see it coming
By that time I'll be ready, I ain't do it for nothing
Long as I double them 50's it's

bust it all
On her chest
Having talks with myself
G you got to get rich
Or die trying
Now I'm feeling
Like 50 Cent
Whether rap work or not
I'm going

the heat Got the PLR a day Before Christmas had to
Take a peek Bitch we ridin' in Them scat packs on Joy road
We bout to slide Bitch ask me if I Loved her

take five bitches cause
I don't know nobody
But I bet my nigga Trinidad knows
Got Trinidad girls, got Trinidad hoes
But I ain't never ever
Been

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
When I'm ridin
I'm high got my drink poured my weed rolled
I creep slow, my bitch on my side and
Wherever that change go this

couch, make 'em do some chores
I feel like poppin' my shit today without any chorus
I walk around with fifty karats, like I'm feedin' bugs
I pour

I'ma clear out the spot

Ayy, I got the aim & If your bitch cheat, you cheat back know the game
Cause you know these hoes be lame But these days, these

It was like
Quarter past nine when shawty walked in
Booty fine as hell and I saw she had a friend
Prolly from the city bet she fuck for a buck fifty

up
And I said I can’t fuck with IT if I know IT don’t make no sense
I can’t make that move if I know it don’t make no cents
I know they misleading so I

(this Chicago, nigga)

'Bout time, I think it's 'bout time
Back then, we didn't abide by
Now I tend to spend my time (time flies), I think about us

don't like it
When I say drop your panties
Let's go
Keep that distance when I'm up
On my way up
Ain't no way I'm going back
To being heartbroken
Got a lot

a cutlass
Plain T Shirt I ain’t even gotta tuck it fuck it
If the hoes like it I love it
Shawty came thru and I got the hoe bussin
Only D’usse I don’t drank

Bitch I'm hype. A.D.D.
Gotta pop a pill to focus on the beat
Got no type. You can come and see.
Can't do ones or twos I like my dudes in 3's
I

bands make these hoes start runnin'
Hit decline everytime that bitch call me
Got about 50 missed calls in the mornin'
At least she make me feel important

don't need your input, get your two cents off my pic', huh
Generation money, type of money dyin' rich
And I wanna say, "Shoutout to the dead, now I

shit
But I do remember puttin' yo brother in remembrance
Huh, gave his ass nine, of them I'm like 50 cent
Y'all ain't even fuckin' with my lil, yeah, she

ya frame
I'm like 50 cent's thoughts on some murder game
Peep the poetry and metaphors
C4 to heavens doors like I'm coming here for sure
Gimme gimme

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch can’t fuck with my dopamine

30-40-50 grams yeah I’m a fiend

Got some thotties by my side rollin the deep

Shawty can’t

hoes 

I am just a one girl guy so I don’t do those x2

Verse 1:
I am just a one girl guy dog I don’t gotta front 

Nd her ass so fat I could see it from

pourin' Tito's, but I brought my drank in this bitch
Lil' shawty been feelin' my stilo, but you won't see me lay with this bitch
This beat was made by

to chill out he fuck wit city girls
I just threw a party it was me, and 50 girls
No cap I feel like Wayne with the hoes I'm the fireman
Starks a suit up like

on the smoke by the pound
I roll up a leaf and get lit
I got to plug wit the pounds
I smoke on the loudest of loud
It smell like its lit when it ain't
1800 by

in my feelings
Codeine got me in my feelings

I'm high now
Gotta go, gotta roll by the projects
Drop the pack, feed the hood, livin' lawless
Tax