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Uh mehn I'm tired of saying mehn
Nikki come on take it then

Mo le jo mo le korin all by myself
I can make your body rock I don't need nobody else
Just

a bag I had to get paid
Won't check me outside wit no pole on My waist
I bet he get pop if I call a few K's
I be praying to god, hope I make it one day

Get it right (My dollars straight)
I need more (I'll make a way)
Gimme yours (I gotta take)
For what I want (Them make em say)
 
 
 
How you make

All I gotta do is make ends in my ends understand
PI that's the band
She all up in my pants
I'm the man she a dime
And she like how I rhyme
Real

Yea, yea, yea, it's the remix
I never did something like this before, hope y'all enjoy it

Am I dreaming
Am I giving
Is there more than life than

have to go 
You never know who's ever a real friend or a foe
It still hurts but I'll make sure it'll never show
I honestly wish that I never ever known

like Jazzy, Rihanna
Ravers loving my Remix,Harder
Trapping out the submarine,Rema
You wana ginger me hell na yea

I know,I’m not a rapper
Try to make

Me and banks go together 
Like the 9s and the treys 
So don't be saying that you love us Gotta run up the plays
And I always mention dubs it's cos

sink em in the sound like a remix
'Bout to pull the cables up
Got em weak like a buttercup
Falling before me like a prefix
Gotta make it out a rut
Trying

Double R 4L
Old money new money Huemoney, long live Butta

In and out them strikers, make it quick, no time to slip homie
D C off a CP man you know I

did today
Cant even explain how I feel...
I dont even know what to say
You dont even got to have no beef... and still gotta ride with a trey
Anything

status
King Shiesty, slimy lil' dude (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

Losin' relations with my family, it's been six months

to describe this
All I’m tryna do is make a hit
But nobody wants to give a shit
I try my best to break the limits and I don't beat a damn remix
Do you think its

Remember when I was down eating that food
As a matter of fact
By the way I still do
If you ever wanna make it
Then you gotta keep it steady
Keep away from

that you can go rewind time 
I would go and get my auntie from that daylight 
I would go and grab trey 
My brother flatlined 
Tears falling down, gotta

but should thank G-O-D
Cause what's yours will be for you and with Him it's guaranteed
I keep my eyes on GOD and let things fall in place
Aye
Trey

arms for Yahweh/ 
Some of them Peter with sword but we gon' love em till they change/
Gotta walk in your calling, stopped running and let it flow/
Your

keep it real Bro
The weed with the Henny makes you feel it Mo
Dip Dip it low, baby dont  be difficult
I'm singing sippin Merlot
It help me hit the notes

together
You're the type of chick that make a brother think about forever uh
Yea
So tell me if you're with it though 
Them other guys so cynical
I can get

heated
Popping pills ima my remix, you look so good, yeah I'm feenin'
How you not fuckin' with me, Influenced by all that friend shit
I just wanna see you

nigga gotta keep drugs in his system
He playin’ the whole time but
We do not hit him
Feel like Chuch Norris, this money I flip it
Xan a magician, Make

and they fuckin up by givin me all this money
Probably die bloody, then they'll make a billion of the mummy
I gotta get the bag
Dollars in frames like I'm

Yea, Ok
Keep Movin
Grind Hustle version
Remix
We are born to hustle
So maybe it's in our nature
Babies just want that bottle
As adults we want that

all sneezed
On the air screaming may day
Won’t save face so make haste
You goin’ really gotta change space
Because what you building on is not a safe