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Yeah They ain't gon' like it They ain't gon' like it I be getting to the money Everybody mad I think I'm getting too much money Everybody mad The same old nigga from the block The same old nigga with the pot The same old nigga for the trap Everybody hated on him then he bounced right back I done spent a whole lotta time overseas Doubling my money 'cause you know I want cheese I been in my hometown playin with the key When it fell off the boat, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Belize I know it's a whole lotta niggas that was hatin' I know it's a whole lotta bitches that was taken So I shut the niggas up, bitches feelin' us Always knew that I was sick so I had to stay patient Takin' over summer nigga, tell me what's the bid? Heard you still cuffin', nigga tell me what it is? You ain't payin' no pills, buyin' no bags, buyin' no heels Goddamn let a bitch live All I see is 20's, 50's, 100's If it ain't quarter mil', fuck the whip I don't want it but to make this nigga sick to the stomach I be getting to the money Everybody mad I think I'm getting too much money Everybody mad The same old nigga from the block The same old nigga with the pot The same old nigga for the trap Everybody hated on him then he bounced right back She was acting stingy, now she wanna give it up Fast life, O.T. I'ma live it up Now my ex girl tryna make me jealous 'cause she got a new nigga She don't know that I don't give a fuck I got me a deal but I still in the street Heard a couple niggas, talkin' like they got beef They forget sesame teriyaki sauce with the rice On the side, swear these pussy niggas sweet I got all this money on my motherfuckin' mind Diamonds in my dial like I can't even see the time All my niggas pull up, please don't let me bend the line And they super extra winnin' niggas off the line All I know is Bloods, Crips, Pirus I'm a West Side nigga don't get it fucked up Nigga sick 'cause they thought I lucked up I be getting to the money Everybody mad I think I'm getting too much money Everybody mad The same old nigga from the block The same old nigga with the pot The same old nigga for the trap Everybody hated on him then he bounced right back I be getting to the money Everybody mad I think I'm getting too much money Everybody mad The same old nigga from the block The same old nigga with the pot The same old nigga for the trap Everybody hated on him then he bounced right back
Writer(s): Odis Flores, Jereme Jay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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