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TONIGHT WE ON REPEcT
ONCE I BUST c NUT WHORTY GOTTc LEcVE 
YOUNG RICH NIGHc cLL MY SHIT LEGIT 
cHHHHH ME O SURE 
IN THE BcCK OF THE McYBcCH WITH MY OMO 
I

New Amiris cost a thousand, yeah
These rich pants (yeah, these rich pants)
Cartiers on my arm, these ain't wristbands
(These ain't wristbands)
'Member I

money they at the games on the bleachers
Now its time for me to go n get a foreign 2 seater
R.I.P fredo still sip lean by the liter
Who is these niggas

lookin like they strippin
But they tryin to catch a sucka
Pullin up and gettum tricken
Puma tracksuit with two braids in my hair
Gold pinky ring bitches

Cause at least as a rich man
When I have to face my problems
I show up in the back of a limo
Wearing a two thousand dollar suit
And a forty thousand

for discussion
They all want but two things from me
That's my soul and all my money


But I be on my shit, I be on my shit
You can't fuck with this
You

Swear it was just yesterday your takin off my clothes
Said to my bro "How you let me wifey a hoe?"
Got bit by the same snake twice man it's shown

tonight (uh)
Serve 'em like Boris Becker
I want two hundred checkers
So if they wanna slow our records
It just won't affect us 
Take my boys to Mecca

about my pay

Cut my checks (yuh)

I'll do the rest (yuh)

(Verse 2)

My goal is a million

Need my diamonds real (yuh)

Bonus is a billion

Set the mood

In disarray with my approach, I'm tryna change yo way of thinking 
Get you rich up in yo mind, not just the dollars that you seeking 
Prep yo spirit,

it
I’m cooling best like whatever is
In my hand in it
One watch having two hundred and
Eighty grand in it
Middle of the winter nigga standing
With

ayy
Whole crew big like Wu Tang
My neck look like 2 Chainz
Money Bic like butane, ooh ayy, whoa
Tatted my face and my hands and my arms and
My legs

We Some Playaz

Crime Mob

Hated on Mostly

2007

Chorus
We some playaz, we some playaz,
We some playaz, we some playaz,
We some playaz, we some playaz, 
We some playaz, 
Repeat 2x
We some

face
And by the time he saw his son it was probably too late
I was only like 4 and he screamed "close your eyes...
Get the fuck back in your room don't

And we gon flex it cause we’ll never stop

And when we  rich u gon see us in shops

We ain’t gon give you out any free shots


(Yea yea)


Cause we gon get

Tse-Tung
Feel the foul taste that run on my tongue
Burn a L for everyone of my sons
There so much more than just herb in my lungs
Similar to spilt Mercury,

Don't Go Away

Half-A-Mill

Million

2000

you're beautiful
You brighten up my day and I never want to see you go away
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:]
Milion`
For the streets we burn Phillies

about a few cents 
Niggas locked up probably worth 2/5’s less
Kidnapped my niggas now we barely making rent
All this money in America don’t make sense

in my head and I feel like a veteran
They told me to chill off the medicine uh
She said I need me a therapist (uh)
The same day I fucked that rich hoe

about a few cents 
Niggas locked up probably worth 2/5’s less
Kidnapped my niggas now we barely making rent
All this money in America don’t make sense

through slanging that onic
Got 2 bands off trap rapping
Yeah my lyrics not lying

Mama still pray for me
Slide through on a late night
With the K for me i

Bout Dat

Master P

Ghetto Postage

2000

Niggas hear this
I want niggas to mug niggas
Like, what you lookin at?

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce
When my real niggas come; flip

While her siblings is rich living, she ain't bitching
Mama's working two jobs, tryna maintain a living
Few years passed, now she getting raised by

While her siblings is rich living, she ain't bitching
Mama's working two jobs, tryna maintain a living
Few years passed, now she getting raised by