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IMixNation for real Oh Lord, Jetson made another one This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money And I hear he gettin' it from a cousin (Okay) And I don't give a fuck if it was just a couple hundred I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' money Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games Okay, I see you, bitch, I'm dumping He gon' keep on tryna hide and try not to bump into me 'Cause he know I'm with the shits and I'ma burn him Okay, I made a right and I got off on Sugar Creek Saw the police at the Shell, I saw them niggas look at me My trunk was big and so I stood out Made a left, threw the blinker on, pulled in the cookout I picked the blunt back up, I'm good now White man, black shades, hold up, that's a lookout, okay I kept it pushing, shook him loose Lit the blunt and dropped the window Saw my nigga, chucked the deuce (What's happenin', nigga?) I heard you're strapped, I got one too, play with me, huh BlocBoy JB, I'ma shoot (I'ma shoot) Ayy, when the last time you seen lil' buddy? When you see him, tell that nigga I still need my money, fuck that This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money And I hear he gettin' it from my cousin (Okay) And I don't give a fuck if it was just a couple hundred I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' Money (Still gon' need my motherfuckin' money) Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games Okay, I see you, bitch, I'm dumping (Bitch, I'm dumping) He gon' keep on tryna hide and try not to bump into me 'Cause he know I'm with the shits And I'ma burn him (I'ma burn him, okay) This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money In the spot and he done stored a couple onions (Couple onions) It's cool, I ain't trippin' 'cause the chopper hold a hundred When I see him, I'ma have to show him somethin' Okay, I got the drop, it's time to go now They say he in Onyx tippin' bitches, tryna show out Bitch invite him over, they like, "Zacc, he at the door now" He got his ass out like Cold Heart at the ho house (Okay) I hit him twice, made him shiver Drove his body from the Bluff all the way to Broad River (Okay) And I ain't even wanna sleep lil' buddy I was tryna help him out, was tryna feed lil' buddy, fuck that This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money And I hear he gettin' it from a cousin (Okay) And I don't give a fuck if it was just a couple hundred I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' money Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games Okay, I see you, bitch, I'm dumping He gon' keep on tryna hide and try not to bump into me 'Cause he know I'm with the shits and I'ma burn him, okay
Writer(s): Jonathan Kirk, Tahj Morgan, Zachary Eric Chapman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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