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expect, from Mr.Perfect)
(Hahaha)
Nah, we don't care
I spend your college loan money as casino fare
Be in Vegas every month
I don't see y'all there
We turn

Go to Cali let's go to Cali

If you could, would you leave?
Pack your bags go to California
I would too, me and you
You know I'd leave it all for ya

How you gonna kneel on a neck for 9 minutes
Trayvon gets shot by a mutha fuckin' midget
Freddie gets neglected by a bitch from same district
I

defense
That's 2 or 3 and I'm zonin'
Got money like I cloned it
Your bitch came through and I owned it
Rims on the Caddy and I ice-cream coned it

Uh
Nature Boy Chris Flair
6'2" 200 plus, big bear
Cali flag, Get money like a valley dad
After the get back I just "Kickback" like Cali Swag
Been

with niggas
I need my wrist presidential

Leaving the crib but I'm leaving you in it
I'm bringing my kit that's quintessential

B.I.G. said money gon'

know why  nigga

Look I'm not with the bull
I need my pockets full
Big stacks big racks big Macks big traps big plaques
Look I don't want no cotton sack

I ROLL IN YA DISTRICT,
BITCHES THEY FAINT, SWAG OF A MYSTIC,
SOBER 4 DAYS, THAN I'M GETTING MY WRIST SLIT, FEELIN LIKE REVENANT FIGHTING A GRIZZLY,

money, be honest I don't know what to do
I ain't doin' shit with this money, I might as well tell you the truth
Ain't doin' shit with this money, ain't

let go, gotta let go, gotta let go
Lil' Swag and Lil' Boat we fuck on hoes
We get the money we count up dough
Gotta let go, gotta let go

I don't know

you playing?
Like I won't slay this stage
On some gang shit?
Turn into a mayhem, beat hard, flow hurtin
Cali swag bitch, snapback, no jerkin'
Fuck work,

a Zoloft
Yeah I got drugs, pussy got drink
Money got swag, game on lock
Yeah I got drugs, pussy got drink
Money got swag, game on lock
Yeah I got drugs,

and a pretty face
Then I'm straight like a good perm
And her swag so official
Taylor made money gang i'm the general
And all my weed strong like Kimbo Slice
Your

the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I

bars like I'm jailing (Bars)
Bitches bugging need repellent (Nat nat)
I don't want that pussy
If she sell it (Uh uh)
Money calling on my cell-y (Ring)

Look at my cases
I'm carrying money on daily basis
Hatters don't tell me your nosense
Like me , wish me success
Get back to senses
We singing in

so high they need a lift pass
When I drive by, your man get whiplash
Smoke one for the homies
Sippin' on the forty
Chillin' at the cribbo, yeah
I keep

together and pray it's time we the people stand

Sullivan county district 8 really needs to remove hope
You telling me I can’t christian rap when you ain’t

some crack?
Than you did three days in a half
And then that fast you came back?
I'm starting to think you don't
Serve your full time in
Jail cause you

EHHH!
Its your boy Tzay
I step in your party, I’m taking your shawty, she feeling my money
Life is a bitch so I’m cleaned up like Victoria kimani

the district with that fish
Yeah, I just hit lil' goose, I need another zip
Uh,
I just Hope my bitch don't call bitch
Uh, she be CIA, she like the government

Money Comes and Goes

Mase

Welcome Back

2004

don't really care what another man think
Love to spend many so I understand
Money in the bank so I understand
Excuse me miss your standin' on my mink

Cali natives
Quiet money in he bags they’re secret like palliatives
Your line no dey register not connecting, you seem outdated
To get the number up you

don't like your bestie, i'm pretending
PYT but she eat it like a gremlin
Demon timing, I was on a mission
College hoes in all different districts
Might