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(Told em' crank up the Vette) (Skirt off and I'm gone) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Ooooh) Told em' crank up the Vette (Skir, aye) Gettin the cash hop in the bag Skirt off and I'm gone (Gone, gone) They throwing dirt on my name (Yeah) Too many problems I'm going insane (Yeahh) No they ain't feel my pain (No) Glock 9 on my side I let it hang (Bow, bow) Glock 9 on my side I let it bang (Bow, bow) Getting the money like it ain't a thang (Yeahh) Told em' crank up the Vette (Skir, skir, skir) Gettin the cash hop in the bag Skirt off and I'm gone (Gone) They throwing dirt on my name (Yeah) Too many problems I'm going insane (Going insane) No they ain't feel my pain (No) Glock 9 on my side I let it hang (Bow, bow) Glock 9 on my side I let it bang (Yeahh) Getting the money like it ain't a thang We really mobbed out bring them Glocks out Pistol Pete shit (Grrr, bow) Got my brothers rolling with me through the city (Yeah) On South Beach shit (On south beach shit) I'm kicking shit Power Ranger (Yeah) Play with me you niggas in danger (Niggas in danger) Grind hard from the start to the finish I knew I was different I run it up my pockets is different (Yeahh) Throw the money up in the air and catch it Snap and Roll (Yeah) Got me a Bimmer I wanted the Rolls (Skir) She wanted Prada I put on her toes (Ohhhh) I cannot have no respect for no hoes (No) No, no (Yeah, yeah) Grind I won't stop till I get it Money coming in I'm flooded with riches Now I'm fucking the baddest bitches (Yeahhh) Told em' crank up the Vette (Uh, skir, skir) Gettin the cash hop in the bag Skirt off and I'm gone (Gone) They throwing dirt on my name (Yeahh) Too many problems I'm going insane (Yeahh) No they ain't feel my pain (No) Glock 9 on my side I let it hang (No, ohh) Glock 9 on my side I let it bang (Bow, bowww) Getting the money like it ain't a thang Told em' crank up the Vette Gettin the cash hop in the bag (Skirt off and I'm gone) Skirt off and I'm gone (Skir, skir) They throwing dirt on my name Too many problems I'm going insane (Yeah) No they ain't feel my pain (No) Glock 9 on my side I let it hang (Bow, bow) Glock 9 on my side I let it bang (Bow, bow) Getting the money like it ain't a thang She smokin' on Black and Mild When I hit from the back got her passing out (Passing out) Said she can't breathe when it in her mouth (No) She said I'm that nigga Show her what I'm bout (Yeahh) Niggas be hating on my ice they mad they ain't got it (Iceee) Everything I got I done bought it (Yeah) Got two bussdowns on the watches (Yeahh, yeahh) Talked to Tibbs told me blast first (Yeah) Magic said to put the cash first (Cash first) Dreadhead stick with family Ain't got no time for friends Reminiscing ole' boy Wish I could see him again Know some real Crip niggas real Blood niggas They gon' wipe your nose (Nose) Keep playing I put tags on your toes (Bow, grr, bow) No I cannot love on no hoe, yeah (Ohhh) Told em' crank up the Vette (Aye, yeah, skir) Gettin the cash hop in the bag Skirt off and I'm gone (Gone) They throwing dirt on my name (Yeahh) Too many problems I'm going insane (Yeahhh) No they ain't feel my pain (No, no) Glock 9 on my side I let it hang Glock 9 on my side I let it bang (Grr bow, grr, grr ,grr bow) Getting the money like it ain't a thang Told em' crank up the Vette Gettin the cash hop in the bag Skirt off and I'm gone (Gone) They throwing dirt on my name (Yeah) Too many problems I'm going insane (Yeahh) No they ain't feel my pain (No) Glock 9 on my side I let it hang (Hangg) Glock 9 on my side I let it bang (Yeah, yeahhh) Getting the money like it ain't a thang (It ain't a thing) (Yeah skirt off and I'm gone) (They dont even really know what I'm on) (Noo) (Noo) (Fucking that bitch I'm so strong) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Pockets just going strong) (Yeahh) (Yeahhhh) (Told em' crank up the Vette) (skir, skir) (Gettin the cash hop in the bag) (Skirt off and I'm gone) (goneee) (They throwing dirt on my name} (Too many problems I'm going insane (yeahh) (No they ain't feel my pain) (nooo) (Glock 9 on my side I let it hang) (bow, bow) (Glock 9 on my side I let it bang) (Getting the money like it ain't a thang) (lets go) Told em' crank up the Vette Gettin the cash hop in the bag Skirt off and I'm gone (Gonee, yeah) They throwing dirt on my name Too many problems I'm going insane (I'm going insanee) No they ain't feel my pain (Noo, oh) Glock 9 on my side I let it hang (Bow, bow) Glock 9 on my side I let it bang (Yeah, yeahhh) Getting the money like it ain't a thang Told em' crank up the Vette (Yeah, skir) Gettin the cash hop in the bag Skirt off and I'm gone (Gone, goneee) They throwing dirt on my name (Yeah) Too many problems I'm going insane (Yeahh) No they ain't feel my pain (No, ohhh) Glock 9 on my side I let it hang Glock 9 on my side I let it bang Getting the money like it ain't a thang (Yeah) (Yeahhh) (Skirt off and I'm gone)
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