ATM'
Wiz Tha Great
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Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada Credit card scamming finessing like y'all really made them dollars That's just a hunnid problems I got 97 problems getting rich ain't one Swear It's easy to be a rapper be on beat with the drum And Them youngins taking over cuz they made this shit fun Everything ain't about metaphors and just rhyming with puns This is a parliament, I'm putting my heart in this That 300 spartan shit, get hung like a ornament See that's where the problem is All of you rappers is weak and you could get beat with no argument You could get shook like a Parkinsons Walkin like zombie be on them xans I swear them drugs just be killing kids Losings a pain i won't feel again Cole killed the beat Ima kill again Pushing the bill like I'm clintions kid I'm bout to blow like a ceiling fan White bucket hat like I'm Gilligan Lisa no Mona the simpsons 21 and I'm gifted 21 and I'm gifted Wear your confidence on yo sleeve it's so obvious So Obvious that i could could feel Your ambiance While bobbing to this the beat Counting up this bag clenching dollars take a drink Well if the world is in my hands then what's this shit beneath my feet Big bro in the bathroom i see dope all on the sink No crack, only the weed that crack shit for the weak Moneys on my mind I'm having nightmares in my sleep Hate seeing money in my dreams cuz it's the money you can't keep Uncle came home from prison and we give him praise Crack a 40 and reminisce about the better day Heavy rotations in the prison like a album getting plays What a shame Her pure ness lured me to the furness then Mistook her for a trophy let me win Assured my loyalty would never thin Loving you's a sin then f*ck it then I put it in she gasped a second wind Heaven scented angel perfect blind Harley Quinn but hardly ever grin Hardly ever friendly but a friend I get the camera icarley Her body's a party She's sharp like a sharpie Her Waste like a barbie We Sippin Bacardi She got me convinced That her sex is Lombardi Her ex did her dirty But I'll treat her better Treat her like treasure And make it a effort To kill the vendetta Counting my blessings While counting my cheddar Cuz I'm lucky like 7 Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada Credit card scamming finessing like y'all really made them dollars That's just a hunnid problems I swear y'all believe anything like a photoshop I dropped Tha weight 3 ion even know when 4 gone drop Y'all niggas scheming on the low i call em robocop Couple hitters on the corner by the soda shop Drugs fucking Up the city let me grab a mop Clean up the city while my niggas holding down the block Baking soda and that Yoda in a holding pot That Motorola gotta Phone her til the clothing drop Saying lord please Let me chase my dreams and not my enemies Lord please Let me say a prayer for my royalties Royal king moving on to better new world order things
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