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Arm and hammer Coke aroma Baking soda In the water Add that to the Fire Mix it in with the ice "ice" Let the work get dry The rocks is looking nice "nice" Left No diamond's in the Pyrex Im wearing all of my ice 50 cent lighter to a glass pipe Feen's In the cut getting high That's how they enjoy life Not taking short's so come right Don't do the left over's neither The budgets on take over I'm feeding you this either Stay More Connected than braid's Always rolled up in the latest These bitches all different flavor's Man the fabric's European And the cotton is Egypt My pocket's is bulimic They throw up the cash Got bitch's on a knee Like "Get set" on the dash My snake's coming out Shorty Got me doing airplane noise Just to put it in her mouth "shit" Childish hoe but she's fly as shit I got to hit And if if the pussy's good Ima hit it two time's It's a true crime how bozo niggas Is outshining official No ref's giving tech's in the game The camera's and snitching Helped it not stay the same Whos to blame not even hip hop Stood the same "Nahhh" Penny's, nickels, dimes, quarters I'm stacking everything Just to feed my daughter Penny's, nickels, dimes, quarters I got what you need nigga come place your order Penny's, nickels, dimes, quarters Don't cross the line or get found in the water Prescription pill's Lean wit the molly water Coca-ina and some doggy treat's I get rid off all of that I keep the weed for me Been on the block so long I feel like a square on the grid The spot is super hot Still wont close shop A nigga move too smooth You don't see what's going on If your Not a part of it Pardon me if I Parted ways You know talk is cheap That's all got to say Never been afraid to go after cash Not in second place but I'm always Cashing a bag Up In Neiman Marcus They address me as sir Bring out champagne for me All along I'm like "yerrrr" To Them bitches over there Why you keep lookin over here And I overheard Shorty likes to share I'm like "Pull up over here" Let me play with her kitty Your titties Penny's, nickels, dimes, quarters I'm stacking everything Just to feed my daughter...
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