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tote them poles like g nikes we come strapped 
This is more finesse than trap 
My niggas trap and shoot craps
Bet a 100 double that 
Bitch shut up I

so anything)
That's my Word is Bond (and that's my word is bond)
Please forgive me (Can't you tell)
I'm sorry (Can't you tell by the look in my eye)

kickin with the pornstars

[Verse I]

Is this a dream I wake up and I'm living large
I love my life big cribs big cars

Where the money at 100g's flat

up out the F
But I’m from the west side bitch I was born a G
Niggaz in that trap wit the H
But the plug got Os and Ps
All I need is fashion hoes

take us home

I'm tired now, and I lost my money
I guess it's time to hit the sack. G'nite
But wait a minute
Spencer's out, he's puking on the deck
Oh

weight I had to get on my grind
I put that stamp on my arm
I put that bitch by my side
I put my dick in her mouth I told the hoe crack a smile
She had

And wrap it in plastic 
Keeping my hands clean 
Cause all of this money is filthy And nasty

But I Got that Vanilla, Them berries, that chocolate 
And Candy

much running for the money got my feat sore  
Dreaming that I'm beaming in that four door mustang 
Pumping with the wu tang clan 
Feeling real g man 
Oi

the muscle
Got paid by the plug 'cause I came from the hustle
You right in my reach so you know I can touch you like, mmm
(Bang, bang, bang)
I'm undefeatable

the green
I'm on the road
Real nigga move by the code
I like all my bitches mean

Won't never fold
I ain't the nigga who told
Spinnin' yo block I patrol
I'm

some respect
On my name
No time to play
All about my damn money
And I'll put that
On my name
Y'all be trying me
Like I'm not the man
I still keep it

my rhymes 

I'm feeling it, Killing it, breaking it 
Like niggz are breaking up like 50cent and Lloyd Bank
A lot of money now in the bank too
Chilling

like
Jip me of my currency and tax me on the FIC's
Banging on a cage and I'm only five
Where is social security when we're seventy-five?
Got nothing for

off
Give me work by the pound make me sound off
So if you a hot boy then make this dick talk
Stick your finger in my mouth while this dick walk (Yeah

talk shit when you do nothing
Niggas gonna talk shit when you make moves
So I'll rather fall hard on my face leading by my own mistakes way before I

I'm working through
Showing him that I don't play
Now you defending him
Say he go the gangster way
But baby Imma G too
I ain't talking Gatorade
I fought

Put your torso in the ground
Call that a treasure chest
Life is more than money
Bitches and some fast cars
My dawgs will take your life then
Bury your

feel myself
I really can't feel true
And I'm stranded in my head
By my ego (she wanna move)
It's G Arman, hoe
Yeah (yeah)

of yall niggas really do me wrong
Couldn't stop by the house or even answer phones
I'm not losing to no nigga
Let alone a bitch
And if it ain't about money

right by where them scenes shoot
Reboot the matrix
I lose my patience
Reusing cadence
These dudes way too complacent
Now look at me getting all grumpy

the fence is depressing
Don't ask what the gang doin', bitch, we leavin' them guessing
It's a G-Man on my hip, but it's shoot, Smith and Wesson

Mention any

like me

Whenever I'm plottin' on her legs, she right by my side, ayy
Call her 69, she stay on my line, yeah
If I did pick it up and she back it up

like I'm touring
She steady calling my phone, this bitch is annoying, I'm hitting ignore
Trapping early in the morning, you say you won't meet me by

all of my heart
And I will never do you wrong
Or let you go you just give me hope
But you decided to go with that pussy nigga
Instead of a G,

But I