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Oh sh-, n-, just like, mhm (Census, what you cookin'?) This biz' internet money and that, I get lot of Three-hundred fifty thousand up in jewelry, am I caught up? Another eighty-thousand in the booth, you actin' starstruck I hand out hundreds to my killers if I think my name was brought up The Bentley double parked but we gon' wait 'cause you ain't 'bout nothin' The boy be bleedin' dead up on his block if he keep clout chasing Pump fakin' 'bout nothing, none of my opps make it You know my rank, when you see me, b-, about face me N- tried to press the button on me, I came out on top Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house I went and dropped 50, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout? Oh sh-, n- They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe 'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out 12 Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?" Rudy he called, he said, he runnin' out of chalk He must be stupid, told him, "N-, watch your mouth" He might be right 'cause we used it on all the opps Excuse my French, I mean used it on all the cops You watchin' me, b-, you need to go change the knob Aborted babies, I'm leavin' 'em on her top VV clarity, can't see none of my watches None of my opps on sh- All of my Glocks got sticks Who said Glocks don't jam? He think he Macho Man Turn him to taco man if he keep playin' with me I know you layin' wit' her, I know you stayin' wit' her We pull up at his mama' house, what type of sh- he into? N- tried to press the button on me, I came out on top Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house I went and dropped 50, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout? Sh-, n- They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe 'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out 12 Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?"
Writer(s): Darrell Wayne Caldwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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