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KimJ with the heat (LC) Uh, look Nowadays my money longer than Pinnochio nose I remember when we used to four, four I got a hunnid ways to get the dough Trick a nigga out his jewelry, boy, you been a ho R.I.P. my nigga Pat from the N.O., huh I just gotta stay strapped, that's my M.O I ain't never learned how to adapt around no weirdo We gon' turn your big homie's bitch into a widow You ain't gon' let me get my rocks off, what you here for? Cross a nigga like hot sauce for a kilo Last chain that a nigga bought was a kilo Fell in love with the strip club 'cause of Kilo, huh, nasty dime They said they want smoke, why you askin' for cancer? Pull up in the Ghost, I nicknamed it thе Casper You ain't never sold soap, but you claim you a trappеr Every opp ho, I done had her Someone stickin' dick in her bladder See a Crown Vic, we skedaddle See a opp bitch, we get active Hit a top pick, we gon' draft him Nah, I ain't gotta get up outta character Dope money, show money, slow money better than no money Now I gotta closet full of old money Used to be my dawg, now you dissin' niggas, so funny I was gon' let that shit live, but you know what They said we hit up they crib, nigga, so what? I pull up in all types of whips and you know it It ain't nothin' to get a nigga zipped and you know it That stick got some tits on that bitch and it's goin' Name a strain off your homeboy All this pain, I got no heart We put K's in our Goyard Cartier frames, I look so smart First day she came, I got brain, that bitch so smart Drive the Hurricane in the rain like a go-kart Fuck her 'til she came on the gang, I'm a pornstar Look, never used the OnStar, I know that I'm goin' far Never used the long shot, I'm wettin' her like a loan shark on land Tell me why these niggas quick to show they hand Once you crossed the line, then that's where you stand I got murder on my mind, I'm just sayin' But I'm tryna get rich as I can, yeah I can't be trippin' off bitches I had When that money came in, it got good, it got bad If it ain't about a dollar, my daughter, my son My mom, my pops, then miss me with that Look, I just got that Cullinan, got my seats back I wanna see my brother win, best believe that Uh, where the cheese at? Fettuccine I said get a nigga whacked, they ain't even see that coming Tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming I tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming, yeah Bitch!
Writer(s): Rayshawn Bennett, Jaehyun Kim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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