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make a nigga break
When he get money all day

Cut You Off You in the Way
Shorty out here dead weight

Where you play is where Lay
I be on dat savage shit

Fuck it let's give em a hunnit
Everyday wake up get straight to the money
My bro told me run it
Watch how I run it
I got the formula these niggas

hadda get up
I see my den you kno dat it’s up
I treat dat beef like good eats and I crush
Know what it is u get hit it’s off bucks
Get Your issue bitch I

right not playing my songs
Rich is right
Never been da one dat like to fight
I'm over night taking trips to another sight
I know I'm vibing by myself

If I couldnt be settle that's negative energy damagin body and mental and soul
If she hoe ima let the bitch go I ain't stringin
No woman for nothin

Hit you wit dat Bamadon

Poppin' and she droppin'
Down the pole, down the pole, down the pole
I'm throwin' all my money
I got mo, I got mo, I got mo
I'm

janky shit wit u
Peep wit a leg come around and they not on your line
You would act like a hoe wit your issues
Peep how you get around certain mfs now

to him, was all a blur

Was this his chick? I give no shit
I got this bitch here with us
And we holdin' dat' hoe ransom
He said okay how much
Million pounds

We on the time dat you onnn no it won't be long no it won't be long

Full of drugs come through swerving
We crash the party
An they know him by lil

best friends know me
When I'm scooping you up they a all joe me
I keep a pole
No they won't hoe me
If we ever break up we can be homies
Hit up da trap

enenamah
The z pack
Results back
(Now can you get it up)
Gotta nose that grows to reflect what you spit hey mr legit
Got a hoe who knows your specs and that

partna’, in touch with the choppa

I got the dropper it look like the copper’s

Money don’t die gotta bag full of lobsters

Told bro to chill, if he ain’t

they lie, deny, and try to justify
Well you can run, but ya can't hide
Can't get away with murder, or your lies
Cuz karma catches up to everyone, in time

What would you doooo
If you was in them trenches and all by yaself Nigga what would you do
What would you dooooo
If you fumbled that bag and couldn't get

on the double cup
Use to forget us, they tryna fuck wit us
Yea I'm getting to the money
Busy counting up this paper
Hella bad bitches with me
Got Q rolling up

probeerde je al een tijdje te klemmen
Jij was de reden dat ik money weer spende
Voor jou doe ik alles ja ik wil je verwennee
Please kan je mij nu nu die lobi

I promise that we locked in, we don't know minimum wage, hoe
Think I need some sage Lo, got these niggas shakin' up
Know we get to popping like

of bosses 

Been bossy since a jit

Ion want Da suite if ain’t executive 

Intimidated by nan hoe I’m real confident 

You are not my peer

Let me see some ID

Why do teachers get paid less than pornstars 
Now the little girls idolizing the horn dogs 
Most of y'all follow directions like OnStar 
But what do

how that shit go

I don't know why niggas envy me
I gotta get it by any means
A lot on my mind it's too many things
I ain't come down in forever now

runtz
Surrounded by millionaires baby I'm about to become one
Death bfr dishonor ik your pussy ass didn't feel that one
Hoe ass bitch go ask your girl how

granny, man, fuck the doctors

Pour it by the two, sip Waukesha like it's water Almost fell asleep behind the wheel, don't crash out like Paul walker

Need

in my blunt he fouling need a free throw
She was sucking dick from upside down that bitch a freak hoe
When that money coming in they bugging you like

loads
And some brand new gats (Aye)
You were prolly in the room in the back
Tryna get your forty dollars for the cat (Broke bitch)
You the whole hoods