AUTOMATIC
Mr.Money
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Ha Yeah we in here, we in here? Ight (Typebenz got it, got it) Let the cat out the bag, you fucking on bitches I already had I walked in with the mag, if you tryna run up you leave in a Glad I was like f*ck class, deep in the streets I ain't going out sad SRT Hellcat it's fast, you better catch up or get left in the past I'm on a roll I fucking these bitches now, 2 in a row Niggas thinking it's sweet, I'm strapped up at the show If I'm making a call, niggas know it's a go Niggas know it's a green light I was stuck on that road, sitting next to the street light I was feeling like Jimmy, I was feeling like Shaq I went to Miami to see what that heat like F*ck that, now my shit all automatic I need every penny like I'm with Magic I caught him in person he didn't want static I need an encore how I'm clapping Now imma slide to the bank Mike Thomas, I'm catching a play like the Saints Don't say that you with it if you really ain't 762s only thing he could taste Let the cat out the bag, you fucking on bitches I already had I walked in with the mag, if you tryna run up you leave in a Glad I was like f*ck class, deep in the streets I ain't going out sad SRT Hellcat it's fast, you better catch up or get left in the past I'm on a roll I fucking these bitches now, 2 in a row Niggas thinking it's sweet, I'm strapped up at the show If I'm making a call, niggas know it's a go Niggas know it's a green light I was stuck on that road, sitting next to the street light I was feeling like Jimmy, I was feeling like Shaq I went to Miami to see what that heat like Flew to LA, came back with a bag They don't wanna talk, cause we get on they ass I had some blues and I had some greens If he show his shit, then we taking his cash Slight shit, how I pull up in some shit that you can not afford Ice wrist, water on me I drip like the ocean the floor That bitch hitting me all on the fan shit No Juice, but I feel like a bandit I just walked through the mall with a cannon Not a camera I up it they panic Cause I came with a drum on the bottom Hit that bitch, dip, I being doing that often Shoot first, we won't be caring coffins Let the cat out the bag, you fucking on bitches I already had I walked in with the mag, if you tryna run up you leave in a Glad I was like f*ck class, deep in the streets I ain't going out sad SRT Hellcat it's fast, you better catch up or get left in the past I'm on a roll I fucking these bitches now, 2 in a row Niggas thinking it's sweet, I'm strapped up at the show If I'm making a call, niggas know it's a go Niggas know it's a green light I was stuck on that road, sitting next to the street light I was feeling like Jimmy, I was feeling like Shaq I went to Miami to see what that heat like F*ck that, now my shit all automatic
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