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brothers like
We really supposed to do, we throwing money at Mike
Michael been rich and Nike been richer
Lemme break it down since you don't get the big

Whoa-oo-whoaaa

Verse 1
Freekey Zeekey:
I'll show you how to get it up
Stretch it out, rock it up
Watch for crystals, taste for cut
Break it down like a high-speed

big moves, Draymond Greene
I'm still a humbled dude tryna find my way
It's my grand rising, I'm coming forth by day
Barely rest at night, all I got is

the dawg, y’all know how we do it)
Zoe Gotti what’s hatnen man this ya boy let’s check in real quick (what’s hatnen Zoe Gotti)

You get it by any means hanh

Talk to you
You were my salvation
You were my world
You were there when I was Consumed by fear you were my Father
Man you were my best friend
So I didn't

Yeah
Hmm
Yeah
Keep one in the head i got this glock i'll do this drill alone
All my problems disappear when i go sip my styrofoam
I came in all by myself

the bigger person, just barely by an inch, tuftey

Pulled up in that bulletproof
Got ya bitch screaming like pac back
No coupes, only big bodies
So my rooftop

to that "rock 'n' roll" fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that
Your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought

It'z All About That Money

Tha Dogg Pound

2002

2001

of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops

than just rap,am giving you the benefit of my knowledge
Am entering the realm of the order,where my crown at?
Dont throw rocks at the rich mind my

another Trippy Summer
Know it's fucking coming soon
Imma rock the city out
Have the crowd scream & shout
Smile at the fucking haters cause all they do is

This bitch fast between her legs, a hellcat, that's a SRT
Tryna count my money, by my lonely bitch, leave me be
I'm tryna ball out with my dawgs, let

right at the T, they claim it's they  block

I was way too young to know that every day I lay by Clay Rock
No two uncles got they fame just cause they

differ in their atmosphere by a fraction of a share

Rich girl went to Dublin before moving to London
Left him with three kids, then she started wearing

Flow feel like darkened liquor
Blowing down by the river
Just a couple grams by some muddy waters
Said I'm finishing what I started
Young nigga still

on trees
Shawty told me that she into me, asking my body count
Told her count by threes
She wanna come over
That's alright with me
Counting up dollars, I'm

Slice em and dice em chop em and drop em
I can tell just by your feeling you really don't want him
Spicy enticing
Catch me admiring your vibrance
I

whip, yeah he big bro
But I made the calls, gon' hit that lick and do it quick
Take that shit back to the crib like it's a pick
Hop on live, and gon' head

so decisions gon' get ran by us
I still count that money when my hands tired I still count that money when my hands tired

Up before the sun up gettin'

Belt Holders

Ghostface Killah

Hidden Darts

2007

bikes, I like eggs in my rice
Circus money, read the Staten Island funnies
Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for

Inhale the weed
Love a nigga from the street yea

Rock work get lit pop perks
I hit it not urs
Lets get it big tities mad bitties wanna fuck
Wife her u

this
Who'd ever thought i'd live a life style like this

It's alright to change ya ways but see me i'm a hood nigga
Soon as i get rich i'ma ball wit some

think he big but he jus a lil guy said these niggas think they big
But they just the middle guy
And I really go ape
Really rock bape
Niggas talk shit but

she like me ha
But when she see me wit a C. L. like Pete Rock
she just wanna grab a microphone and beatbox
Even in highschool i was always a special kid