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What up though? What's up, my nigga, you ready for 'em? Yeah, we good, shit, give me like two hours or something Two hours, man? C'mon, dog, goddamn Man, man, you know how this shit go, man I want this shit just as bad as you, dog Yeah, nigga, if you want it just as bad as me Then get your ass over here, bro I'm tryin' to tell you, nigga, I'm waitin' on you Standin outside in the rain with no coat on, nigga No umbrella (oh, no, no) A'ight bet If you got your money right, hit me up (hit me up) Wholesale, I don't split 'em up (split 'em up) I used to sell rocks to get a buck (get a buck) Couldn't settle there, I had to get it up (get it up) I got four drugs in one house (yuh) Three straps on one couch (yeah) Did it myself, but I fed way more than one mouth These niggas and these bitches I really don't give a fuck 'bout (fuck) This a place of business, you ain't spending, get the fuck out (leave) Lowkey with it, you too obvious, nigga (obvious, nigga) Balling like the lotto, putting raw in lottery tickets First you find your own lane, then you run with it (run with it) Cop and set up shop and tell 'em "Come get it" You tell 'em Shop, shop, shop, shop, hit my line (hit my line) ooh Every time I pick up my phone (yeah) I'ma get it going Shop, shop, shop, shop, hit my line (hit my line) hit my line Every time I pick up my phone, I'ma get it going (ooh, yeah) Get money, get power, get clout, nigga (get clout, nigga) Get M's, make ends, get out, nigga (get out, nigga) Take losses, bounce back, don't pout, nigga (don't pout) And stay away from small-minded, big-mouthed niggas (yuh) Dude swearing they got pills in the boy 'Til they catch a case and try to pin the shit on they boy Get a bag, then the strip, get employed Now we getting toys (yuh) Bitches jock, niggas get annoyed, chumpin', get destroyed Used to get to work and have my people workin' (people workin') They started fucking up, so now I ain't a people person (fuck 'em) That's the main reason why a lotta people hurtin' (yuh) Is you purpin' or you workin'? It's for certain, hit me up and come Shop, shop, shop, shop, hit my line (hit my line) oh, yeah Every time I pick up my phone, I'ma get it going (I'ma get it going) yeah Shop, shop, shop, shop, hit my line (hit my line) hit my line Every time I pick up my phone, I'ma get it going, yeah Yeah, good looking, my baby Yeah, I told you Hell, yeah No shit, you gone have some more in two hours (Hell, yeah, nigga) dog, but you can't be calling my phone like that man You got my bitch thinking you a bitch calling me I get to arguing with the bitch (My bad, dog) bitch try to foul me I done had to man, all typa shit done went on, man, bitch done blew the whole spot up, man You can't be calling me like that, like goddamn Shit, I ain't got no choice, nigga that's how I'ma eat What I'm 'posed to do bro? Been waiting all day for you, shit The fuck? (Oh, no, no)
Writer(s): Dior Giovanni Petty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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