MPG
Oran Bailey & Cashmere Thoughts
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Whole lotta money, a whole lotta pain (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta game (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta flames We the realest in the motherfucking game, f*ck you saying nigga Whole lotta money, a whole lotta pain (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta game (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta flames We the realest in the motherfucking game, f*ck you saying nigga I am in the dopest kicks With the dopest chick You smoking dope, that's if You on the bogus shit, bitch, I run around town on that mogul shit Trying to start a TV company like Oprah, shit Here we go again, sitting all high Bitch, you know how low I been Climbing back to the top of that totem, him Took a second to acknowledge all the smoke I in Haled, blew it out, check my glowing skin Handsome motherfucker Catch me out Harlem throw them panties At the Rucker and I'm taking niggas bitches I ain't even tryna touch them, oh lawd Whole lotta money, a whole lotta pain (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta game (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta flames We the realest in the motherfucking game, f*ck you saying nigga Whole lotta money, a whole lotta pain (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta game (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta flames We the realest in the motherfucking game, f*ck you saying nigga It's nice outside, yea, the sun out Drigga irritated, quick to pull his gun out I'm a different kind of strain, if you got smoke Big Drigga, Shake the Room like I'm Pop Smoke Pull 'em out the car, when he pop door We been watching for a week, we know you got dough We know about the stash house from an insider We know your baby mama, drive a Pathfinder The policy is no hands Throw away money for a body, niggas blow bands I don't f*ck with beef, I just go ham I'm a big steppa, no toe jam Extorting drug dealers no trap Easy fifty bricks no cap Fish fell flat with no flap Hehehehehehehe SnapSuit Xrazy, that's no cap Whole lotta money, a whole lotta pain (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta game (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta flames We the realest in the motherfucking game, f*ck you saying nigga Whole lotta money, a whole lotta pain (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta game (yup) Whole lotta money, a whole lotta flames We the realest in the motherfucking game, f*ck you saying
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Written by: Darius Smith, Dwight Bailey Jr.
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