Lyrics:
Nina ain't plastic, my bank's drastic, you can't match his checks
Lot of gore in the flow, and I'm born to go
Got your whore in the door, taking your
(haha, here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, international version
(The Evil Genius, Green Lantern)
Let's go
Does it make you mad when I switch my
row
With my steal I cap home feeling like a O
No he didn't, yes he did
Bank your chin in her crib
This ain't no fed
But now he did
On the other
gonna take the shit
No more, I'll make it happen bit by bit
So I, rang my bank on the phone
They say, I got a bring proof along
लो जला पताके, सपनो
When I start getting pussy every day of my life
It really didn't matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night, after the Sugar Ray fight
switch my flow?
You can't understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so
I'm on fire (here we go now)
Everybody's in
Five mil a year, that's Gucci
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Snort a line, who cares
Get the popcorn out, it's a movie
Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot
(Fresh out the bank)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh) fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how to dance
I gotta get it, I'ma champ
I gotta give
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
here, Future real, real, real, real
Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
Hundred racks in my
cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb
Or any alcoholic beverage, losing all of my leverage
Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left
by me, I want a lil' face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle, keep it on my
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
) check it out
I`m in the mix like a blender
Stay right down the street from Paul from the Diamond Center
I used to cut grass for a livin`
But now I
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
takes to get my plan on the Congress floor
Now, Madison and Jefferson are merciless
Well, hate the sin, love the sinner
Hamilton
I'm sorry
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
to the muthafuckin mailbox
Large check that I just got
Nigga might spazz out by the block
Ride by every bitch is passin out
They faint at the sight of my paint
I
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
them same suckers
Are now lookin' from under me
Wonder'n what
gotta go through the debt
No, not yet
I ain't get like this by chance, I ain't tryna save money, do the most with the check
Bank faced bills, gotta stack
signs his checks with X's
But they cash 'em just the same
If you saw my pa and ma
You'd no they had no learnin'
Still they raised a family
Doin'
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