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A coulda wha' do dem? Frass Lee Milla Hmph Laugh and gwan We laugh and gwan Meanwhile, dem a live pon mi name and a talk and gwan Fuck gyal, and laugh and gwan Make money, laugh and gwan (Gully) The fucker dem bruk like bottle, make dem talk and gwan Me have a billion dollar pon mi title Mama say, "Baby, the fucker dem nuh like you" Me have a million shots fi the rifle Bomber tic like clock right beside you Now a foot deh so, hand deh so Pussy, you shouldn't make a man press you It's a man dress you Lay deh so Me still a beat and teach and school dem A must the likkle Benz and rent house a fool dem Pampers and baby stool dem Fi dem gyal we have, a we a screw dem Laugh and gwan We laugh and gwan Meanwhile, dem a live pon mi name and a talk and gwan Fuck gyal, and laugh and gwan Laugh and gwan The fucker dem bruk like bottle, make dem talk and gwan The pussy dem a try test mi faith Tell dem, try test mi estate Stay pon mi balcony, look pon mi next gate A watch stock exchange fi catch di next rates A more money, more money Investment, that a sure money All now me nuh spend mi shore money And a bwoy waan dead Me put a likkle dinner pon your head The shooter is a winner when you're dead Lay flat pon the ground, give him a spread Dirt nap, give him a bed The killer, laugh and gone Do the work, and pass and gone And me still deh yah a make money when you a embalm Laugh and gwan Laugh and gone Lee Milla, dem bwoy deh anuh killer More money, more problems .45 solve dem Dem fi know
Writer(s): David Brooks, Leonandre Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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