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Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Oooh
Yeah, yeah, uh
We come through with the money and the garter belts
Let him know we 'bout that cake straight out the gate (uh)

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Look
I got a bag and they started treated me different
Love the way that I bag and I flip it
Gang get

Feelin' Real Pimpish

Lil Wyte

The One and Only

2007

[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in

Ayo, it's Westside Pootie
And we're getting money, y'all broke
It's Griselda

Ayo, I'm more coke seller less Coachella
No cut on my slabs, you niggas

by his self
He was on them 24 them
TV's sitting in headrests
Keys in the ignition
He got a phone up to his ear
Walking out the ATM so I put my car in

Juls baby
Yo
Easy

Ok straight in
My enemies leave faceless
Can’t slip can’t leave no traces
Put faith in the books like mace did
Gracious I found

the Bout It shit
I'm from that 5-0-4, I let a top bitch know
I represent it to the finish, I ain't gon die no hoe
And my city keep it sizzling, so that fire

I'm going all the way opposite the grind
Trying desperately to take back our time
The money beast got us by our neck and mind
And all these fucking kids

I'm crazy in the head
But still them hoes gone cut a check
""Blood Money"",""After Sics""
""The Man, The Myth"" was for the nation
But that fire in my

Whiskey In A Teacup

Dean Brody

Whiskey in a Teacup

2019

the way she walks
My baby, she looks kinda harmless
Boys hit on her from right to left
But judge a book by her cover and you're in for it, brother
She's

whippin' the pot
(Pot) beat up the box
I'm gettin' too muh money
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout opps
(Opps, opps) i'm finna pull out some bands
Put it right

on the table
I'm kickin' my feet up
Smokin' MIA Runtz in a Jeep
We 'bout to re-up
Gettin' topped up in a Benzy by
A Diva with deep cuts
And I know they talkin'

me that)
Give me that Becky
Pull up and give me that Becky (41 shots to the head)

She know I get crazy off liquor
She licking my face and she

Whip the dope got the coke for the low aye
What u need bitch just meet me at the sto aye 
I ain't movin if ain't bout no money or no dope aye 
Re up came

don't lend it
If you have nothing to do
Watch it fly by like a fucking balloon
And oh no you can't stop it
Once it starts like a mosh pit
You'll surrender

the teller occupied
Shot dey by my side
Don dadda come alive
Duffle bag from di back
I get the money jacket ride

Clean everyday
And have one bag ah gyal dat

Verse 1
Cory Gunz:
What you niggaz know 'bout this
I'ma get the spot jumpin' on some all-out shit
Making all my thug niggaz wanna call out shit

and you know I Stay smokin that 
Gas 
What u nighaz gone do
I stay bout my money chasing up a Mf bag
What you niggaz gone do 
What you niggaz gone do 
What

of dealers (Ayy)
Dunno by El buh ma sound of a bell
Is a sound of a coin
Rebel when it comes to shooting ma aims
Never did it for the money, the cash is below

like you fuckin owe me
(Gimme the money)
Got a pile of lines and they  all from tony
(Scarface)
We bout to get em and post double digits I'm only gon

all 4 zero's
I better my business with a bureau's
Gotta whole mood going eighty as fly by
Playing to much to serious don't even try
Icy like crome going

a science it's Ferrell that blades offer glory
Cycle repeating but breeding is stopped by the judge and the jury

Streets are never safe
Lower down your

go testing your luck cause it ends in disaster
Picked up the pen 'bout 5 winters ago if I give it 2 more then it's mastered
The money we keep getting

where the jaw ma

Got the money, count it twice
Rolling up weed while I'm shooting dice
And I'm Sergi'd down, heard me clown
Clip hold 15, don't need