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Sippin on that lean Promethazine got me slow
Money be the motive nigga, bitch that dough is all I know
And if you f*ck round wit my bread this .45 knock off your dome
Gotta FN it's plastic, but I rather tote the chrome
If you speaking to me nigga then you better watch yo tone
Cuz I promise I'm not the one
I be paranoid these days
Cuz I cannot trust no one

Niggas phony yeah forreal
They be jokes like a pun
They be steady playin' the fifty
So I keep a hunnid' in this drum
And thirty in this tommy gun

Make a nigga run like gump
Bitch I do this shit too different
I ain't ever been ordinary
Goin' straight up to the top
4LV too legendary stacking up plenty guap
I could never fuckin' flop
I ain't worried bout these niggas
Most these niggas be some cops
They Pillow talkin' to a thot then confused when they get shot
All that dumb shit he was talkin'
Nigga thought that I forgot
I'm just peepin how you move
Especially after you been caught
Bro said he think he spot a op
I said bet let's go get em dropped
Then we slidin' in drop tops, wit' a big ass mop

Sippin on that lean Promethazine got me movin' slow
Money be the motive nigga, bitch that dough is all I know
And if you f*ck round wit my bread this .45 knock off your dome
Gotta FN it's plastic, but I rather tote the chrome
If you speaking to me nigga, better watch yo tone
Cuz I promise I'm not the one
I be paranoid these days
Cuz I cannot trust no one
(Nah, nah I can't trust no one)

Yeah I'm standin' ten toes, I don't need no helpin' hand
Bitch I got it out the dirt, bitch I got it out the sand
Ever since a lil' kid my pops taught me how to be a man
And ever since then, that's exactly what I did
I times my money by ten
It's a lonely path when you runnin' to them m's
Most these Niggas be so fake
Quick to switch and play pretend
Like when a nigga come up
Then they expecting you to lend
But when you down on yo ass
Then nobody will attend
That's why Ion't got many friends
Only friends wit' Benjamin's
Yeah I need them presidents (I need them presidents)
Money on my mind, yeah, nigga that's the motive (That's the motive)
Attract them blues like my pockets magnetic
My bitch so pretty, majestic
You f*ck wit her nigga it could get hectic (Ha!)
Yeah, it could get real hectic
You f*ck wit' her nigga that's a death wish
I pass to my shoota, assist, he swish
He wet yo ass up just like a fish
Hunnid' round shots out the blicc
When we turn on the switch
Get these pussy niggas gone dismissed
Get a opp nigga crossed off the list
Ain't playin no games I need all them chips
You steal from my kind you get body bag zipped
I be-I be wit' my fye if you run up you gon' die
I be wit' that (Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa)
I be wit' that fye if you run up you gon' die

Sippin on that lean Promethazine got me slow
Money be the motive nigga, bitch that dough is all I know
And if you f*ck round wit' my bread this .45 knock off your dome
Gotta FN it's plastic, but I rather tote the chrome
If you speakin' to me nigga then you better watch yo tone
Cuz I promise I'm not the one
I be paranoid these days
Cuz I cannot trust no one

Niggas phony yeah forreal
They be jokes like a pun
They be steady playin' the fifty
So I keep a hunnid' in this drum
And thirty in this tommy gun

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