Presidential 44 (feat. Greg South)
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We came from getting shit out the mud Ain't nothing every giving to you We doing shit wit ease Its that 252 Presidential 44 No matter the process Just know its growth One time for the niggas One time for the bitches Two times for dealers Two times for the strippers One time for the niggas One time for the bitches Two times for dealers And two times for the strippers You rich bitch you better get richer Can't be broke and be happy I'm being real witcha Straight facts up till you die nigga you tryna get it My grandma was 80yrs old scratching lotto tickets So u know I mean business All about getting them millions Can't be out here calling plays and ain't got the balls to pitch em Every move a bitch make is gone be earned commission Want six zeros in the bank in front of them triple digits This for the niggas out getting it This for the bitches out spending it With a backpack full of blue stacks Getting racks to the max Til the Feds stop printing it Get yo mind on track I'll train you how to conduct business Cause Lord as my witness imma do more than feed my children Out to get them 40 acres y'all can keep that mule That's old school a bitch need something jet fueled Dealers out here making packs moves Fist up I salute you And the same to them strippers thats getting that dollar every time they ass move Money baby, money baby I know that shit is the motive daily, motive daily Hustle can't get it by being lazy, being lazy Can't trust no bitch wit her hands out When God blessed you with a brain, and a body, and a mouth They say we couldn't But yes we can They say we wouldn't Well I be damn We back on these streets By popular demand Heard some niggas still sleeping on me Must be poppin them xans They say we couldn't But yes we can They say we wouldn't Well I be damn We back on these streets By popular demand Heard some niggas still sleeping on me Must be poppin them xans Posta to died at 18 Been in brown or state greens OD off Molly or the lean Or new neighborhood dope fiend To the game I charge it No love I feel so heartless Heard these niggas wanna take my life from me I guess I'm walking wit targets Gotta raise my youngins Till I die I'ma keep it 100 I ain't had me nothing So you know I gotta get us something Word to DJ Paul and Juicy J you know I run it I ain't looking for problems But if they come you know I ain't running I'm chasing bags Outta state tags Flying jet lagged Why can't it all be so simple Like mongooses wit 4 pegs My homeboy got no legs Car crash posta been dead Doctor said he never walk again Looked at me know what he said They say we couldn't But yes we can They say we wouldn't Well I be damn We back on these streets By popular demand Heard some niggas still sleeping on me Must be poppin them xans They say we couldn't But yes we can They say we wouldn't Well I be damn We back on these streets By popular demand Heard some niggas still sleeping on me Must be poppin them xans
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Written by: Aimee Speight, Gregory Parker, Juan Bradley
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