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Tsk, Tsk (Ooh, Sav killed it) Ghetto Boyz shit MCD, Wavy Gang, Iced Up record shit Yeah, yeah Millionaires, yeah Really mean that shit Yeah, I got rich on a accident Nigga, I hit yo' bitch on a accident Snuck a four-nickel in the club, who you scrappin' with? Two-Hundred K in all twenties look immaculate Had to leave the scene for two years now I'm back again Yeah, did you miss me, ho? White tee on, Nike joggies, I'm crispy, though I had to tell my bitch quit callin', I'm with my ho Yeah, I like bad bitches only Paid fifty for it and I ain't set the time on the Rollie Ten years ago, I had a box Chevy, me and Soda Fast forward, now i'm slidin' up the mall in a Rover Drop a eight in a twenty-four, call it Kobe I drop your pussy ass, boy I dare you to you run up on me Had to bring my niggas with me to the top 'cause it's lonely Fuck nah, we ain't got the same watch 'cause mines ain't phony Last spot I hit in Golden Sun with the safe on me Two bust down rose gold Patek cost eight Rollies I just sent a bitch to Miami for a makeover Bitch, it's Ghetto Boyz Ent, we finna takeover I got real pape' comin' in, I gotta stay focused Brodie owe me a body, nigga, I ain't gotta pay for it Baby, say she wanna new Chanel, told her, "Wait for it" Better run that shit on somebody else, bitch, I ain't goin' Diamond link cost fifty and you ain't know it The shit I'm rockin' out yo' tax bracket, you a lil boy Better take yo' hands out yo' pockets, I'ma lil noided Catch a body, take the shit to trial, I gotta good lawyer Gucci loafs on with the slacks, tryna look cordial Thirty-K in twenties in my pants, made it this morning I get money sittin' on my ass, bitch, I been doin' it I ain't finna beef on Instagram, man, that shit corny Wanna run you up some pape', nigga? Hang with me Just made a hundred-K, shit, I'm buyin' me a chain this week I'ont talk down on niggas, that's lame to me They caught you with a brick, how you out? That's strange to me You can take me out the hood, that ain't changin' me Thirty pointers in my link, it's the chain for me Fell in love with the Hi- Tech, it's the drank for me Man, niggas ain't tryna get rich, stay away from me
Writer(s): Daniel Robinson, Phillip Glen Earl Peaks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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