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Cali slide and I fuck up her make up
By the morning she leave and won't say nothing
Philly calling me soon as she wake up
I got money they know I'm a problem
Had to get it wouldn't no other option
Ooo she bad you know she a problem
Check her swag her shoes designer
You
like the sun
And my drip so nice they want a sip
You just might need a bib for that shit
Get the wet floor sign I don't want yall too slip
When you see
Machine)
Smell like brand new money
Straight from the bank to your hand to money
I don't want to floss it
I can make it rain though
I don't want to toss it
play you a cadence
Im plugged on that gas out in cali he asian
Balling so hard I might need me an agent
I just want the bag I dont wanna be famous
Niggaz
fall in love and get hurt by a bitch
Nine months later cause got mirked by a bitch
See I'm just a nigga that ya don't wanna
Reverse the game on her,
its your boy tzay
I step in your party am taking your shawty she feeling my money
life is a b*tch so am cleaned up like Victoria kimani
don't get
District
Take it like you don't want everyone to know I broke your record
The reason you dissin' and wishin' that they come up missin'
Because I got
E-Zel
Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
With the money, I know she don't mean well
Niggas running their mouth like females
When you winning,
lookin swag
Bitch I’m talking shit i’m in a g wag
P a Q i’m gone get it on my back
Money on me toss it up catch another rack
Riding out to cali cruise
your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas
Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga
Ain't no need to relive in
stacks, baby
Currency seems small, I need companionship
Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit, ain't shit
So why you're hesitating
keep your money
So if you owe me something you gotta pay me and gold
Pay me in Gold you gotta pay me in Gold
I don't need the cash I burn through it too
She like my swag, she like my sauce
She say it's A1, she say it's A1
She say you know what girls wanna do
Just have some fun
Well baby, bring your
need to spend my cash
Cos my swag’s not hard to see
Cos my swag don’t lie
You can’t deny
You feeling right yeah
You’ll be alright
Just being by my side
Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo
I don’t wanna be your man, bitch (Fuck that)
What you crazy
I don’t wanna be your fuckin' man
You stupid you fuckin' idiot (Drunk
hats leaning
Bag full of money and a chick
That's down to ride for him
That's all a brother really needs
In this life of sin
I stepped out the Smart car
you a real one who don't need ya for ya money
Bag after bag, fill that vault like a tummy
Every rainy day a be sunny
See when the blunt goes round
and
I don't need no cereal
Murder on your record label
Homie I'm a serial killer plus I'm realer
This is realer than the
With shawty she's vanilla I make
Just touched down, I'm back in The District
July wound down, I'm back in December
My sabbatical over, put my plan into action
This acting shit ain't
I need some time alone
Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone
That's the work of Satan, niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just
something
Lost me some money you know I kept going
Oklahoma
I need a Cali L.A bitch
Oklahoma
I need a Cali L.A bitch
Oklahoma
I need a Cali L.A bitch
Pa-hoo-hoo-hoo
Live from the graveyard
I don't wanna be your man, bitch (fuck that)
You crazy
You heard that shit, nigga (I don't wanna be your
Pa-hoo-hoo-hoo
Live from the graveyard
I don't wanna be your man, bitch (fuck that)
You crazy
You heard that shit, nigga (I don't wanna be your
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