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Ayy Ayy
One for that money
Two for the hoes
Three for them boostin ass niggas stealin clothes
Four for the trappers
Five for them blues
Six for them hoes with BBLs with perky boobs
Seven for that fetty
Eight bands petty

Nine niggas keep that fye on them they be ready
Ten times out of ten I'm bout to smack a heady
Made eleven bands before the sunrise at 6.30
I don't f*ck with twelve
but I ball like Morant
Friday the thirteenth I popped out with my camp
Fourteen bitches on my dick I'ma pimp
Fifteen bands that ain't shit That ain't shit
Made that at sixteen
But that came from taking risks
Seventeen for them blues
When I take them on a trip
Eighteen I was dumpin fetty I was dumpin fetty
Nineteen out of twenty niggas broke and they petty
Twenty-one guns on this sprinter we some savages
She got over twenty-two bodies
You can have that bitch

You can get a P for twenty-three we be havin it
R.I.P. to Kobe
Number twenty-four Retire it
I got twenty-five grams on me this that fire shit
Turning twenty-seven
But my twenty-six was super lit
Twenty-eight grams all raw this a chunky zip
I got twenty-nine problems
But it's never bout a bitch
Gotta keep it thirty on me
Bitch
That curry on me
Thirty-one flavors of that gas
Brody Put them on me
Thirty-two shots in that Glock

Better get up on me
Thirty-three bows in the spot
Went Scottie pippen on them
Brody doin thirty-four months
I can't forget the homie
Plus Unc doin thirty-five
They need to free the homies
Thirty-six inches in her hair

Now she don't know how to act
I can name you thirty-seven reasons
Why I chase a sack
Keep a thirty-eight special
on me just to bust your ass
When I turn thirty-nine
I'm still gone be drippin swag
Glocky with a stick This a forty
I be actin bad Free my nigga forty-one
Bitch And my nigga slab
And my nigga sav
I know the opps mad
Draco big as forty-two dugg chillin in my lap
My older bitch forty-three with her cougar ass
I told you forty-four times I don't want her back
Gotta keep that four-five with me

With a switch attached
If I ever took a nigga bitch
Then he can't get her back
Forty-six missed calls
Hoe this phone
Keep ringin
Now it's forty-seven
Cause my bitch called while I was mixin

Forty-eight laws of power
That's what I be teachin
Niggas trollin on the gram
These niggas really reachin
Every scary nigga gettin robbed
I ain't four-nine still got some plays
Paying fifty for a three-five
Fifty-one Fifty Erie Ave
F*ck with all the guys
If you catch my bitch sayin, Whoop
Bro Don't be surprised
Turn that twenty-two grams
To like fifty-two
I'm Ray Lewis in that kitchen
Breakin down that food

My new bitch five-three
And she super bool
She wanna have a threesome with me bae
I want it too two-fifty-four up in the morning
I'm like What's the move
I know some fifty-five bloods
They be screaming whoop

I don't pop Xans
But I probably pop a Xan for you
Doing fifty-six and ah twenty-five for you
Put the chopper up and grab the five-seven rug
Baby pussy tight as hell
F*ck her with some lube
Oh you dissing on the gang
Put him on the news
Give him fifty-eight seconds of fame
I can never lose
Niggas think I'm five-nine Hoover
Pockets full of blues you got sixty seconds
Hurry up and pay your dues
In these streets I can tell you sixty-one rules
Tell the kids sixty-two times Nigga go to school

Not from sixty-third it's sixty-four
Choppas in this room
Got a sixty-five on my test when I went to school
I'ma hop on I-66 when I get in tat mood
Sixty-seven opp niggas hatin
But I play em cool
Sixty-eight viewers on my live trying to get the scoop
Niggas turning Right To Six-Nine

Police Got him spooked
You can get two Gs for the seventy
It's all on you
We up to score seven-one your niggas barely shoot
Slide on em in that striker
This a three-ninety-two
If I stack my money to the ceiling
It be seven-two
Never let them niggas see you sweat
Or bouta bust yo mood
My brody seven-foot-three
But he can't even hoop
Niggas steady screaming Seven-four
Them niggas really poops
I just popped a seven-point-five
When I got in the booth

Seven-point-sixty-twos
Missile bullets stained his roof
Seven-seven
Bitch
I'm feeling lucky add another seven
I can f*ck like seven-eight hoes
This dick a secret weapon

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