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Nigga, if you ain't tryna get it, nigga, what you here for? You know I'm sayin'? Niggas know how I'm rockin' Straight up, nigga, I can't be stopped, nigga Numbers, nigga, you know I'm sayin'? Off top Sippin' this Johnnie Walker and shit, you know I mean? And I'm gon' do numbers, nigga, off top, uh Baby chose up off top, didn't have to say much Drove to Sausalito real fast for a quick lunch So much money on my mind, I don't sleep much Baby, quit blowin' up my phone if you ain't got it for me On my way to Reno, bust a joog in Tahoe (Tahoe) Fifteen hundred for the hour, yeah, that's my, uh Can't say too much on these songs, I know they listenin' (Listenin') Dropped twenty Gs on the pinky, so it's glistenin' Land in Burbank, they got the sign with my name on it I do this boss shit on my own with no label budget Room with the hot tub (Hot tub), sippin' on this Perrier (Perrier) Had to bring my son with me, 'cause he had school today Zoom from the MacBook (MacBook), run up in my spot and I'll Show you how this MAC look, don't get this shit twisted, man Baby, you can leave, it's all love, I'm still gettin' cake House out the way in the tuck spot in Mission Bay, what's hannin'? '87 Nash You know I had to cop it I know I'm not perfect But at least I'm solid I put my time in And that's a lot to give Niggas thought I, niggas thought I was done with this shit, right? Alright, look, check it out, talk my shit Activate beast mode, nigga, this ain't Clicquot Three hundred a bottle, lil nigga, it get deep though Perrier glasses with the rose, compliment the stones Belair hotel, chillin' in a white robe I can't settle for this lil shit, man, y'all gotta go (Gotta go, nigga) I'm a boss, I take trips and eat filet mignon I put my heart in this shit, so stop playin' with me She walked in the trap, envelope with the bands in it I tucked all that in the safe, then we went to eat (Went to eat) Then Todd came through, big mojitos, nigga, on me Even when I lived in the A, I was still G (Still G) Fell off, bounced back, got rich, still me Chia seeds in my gin drink, got me feelin' fancy (Fancy) If it ain't millions in my bank, then I feel antsy Gotta be eager for this shit, you niggas hustle backwards Love, I got money on my schedule, you can come after What's hannin'? '87 Nash You know I had to cop it I know I'm not perfect But at least I'm solid I put my time in And that's a lot to give I did you a favor It is what it is
Writer(s): Terence Edward Murphy, Larry Eugene Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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