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Whole lotta money gettin' made this week I got ten comin' in, another five in the streets Got a couple lil' baddies, I'm supportin' they habits They be using me for dick, I'm usin' them for they address I'ma addict on the under, I stay up from the addies I got drugs, money, new guns up under my mattress Mama nervous 'cause I'm flashin', niggas know that I'm havin' My homies had to learn me up and then accepted the package So many ones in this strip club, this shit look like a pamphlet Smokin' gas with my thugs, this shit smell like a camper You are selling bad dope, I hit the water, revenge We got raw, cut it twice, and use it to our advantage Gang was already here, we just came in advance Play with us, kidnap a nigga, call his family for ransom I'm patient, you think it's safe and that's the day you get splattered We feenin' like what is hell to us, it don't even matter Ride late, drinkin' yellow, 'bout to fuck up my bladder Smokin' cookie outta rello', getting high on the seller Tryna bone her 'cause she thick, long hair, she yellow She say I'm thunder when I fuck her, make her call me Carmela Yeah I got all 'em guns and they shootin' none Niggas flyin' on your hood and you ain't doin' nothin' Where I'm from if he outside, he gon' shoot somethin' Get a ten star lawyer, you gon' do numbers Pay my plug in all brand new blue hunnids Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number It's a whole lotta money gettin' made this week I got ten comin' in, another five in the streets Got a couple lil' baddies, I'm supportin' they habits They be using me for dick, I'm usin' them for they address I'ma addict on the under, I stay up from the addies I got drugs, money, new guns up under my mattress Mama nervous 'cause I'm flashin', niggas know that I'm havin' My homies tried to land me up, they ain't accepted the package You a bitch, I can see it in your eyes lil' bro In the jungle I don't think you could survive, lil' bro Ask your partner, you was there when he died lil' bro You've seen they face and you still ain't even ride lil' bro Felt my niggas heart break when he died lil' bro At his casket at his funeral, I cried lil' bro And tears dried and we made everybody slide, lil' bro If you ain't down to lose your life then you can't ride with us Got on drugs real bad, tryna survive the rush Pray to God I don't crash, I thought my time was up They put that pistol to my face, they wasn't hard enough He was shakey and he folded like I called his bluff And he squirmed, give a fuck if his time was rough Drew my plan up from my waist and then I sized him up Mean I'll put him in a casket, man we'll find the touch You will never meet a plug 'cause you ain't buyin' enough Yeah I got all 'em guns and they shootin' none Niggas flyin' on your hood and you ain't doin' nothin' Where I'm from if he outside, he gon' shoot somethin' Get a ten star lawyer, you gon' do numbers I pay my plug in all brand new blue hunnids Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number Every Sunday we get gas, mud, Hank get a new number Pull over Fuckin' give you my new number, nigga I'm over L somewhere, yeah I got that nigga comin' through Yeah, yeah Every Sunday we get gas